Dear Diary,
The BHE and I bought a new car. Actually, I bought it. But let's not split hairs; he can drive it whenever he wants. As long as it's not Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday.
Anyway, I've discovered the secret to getting to work early: speeding. This new car, it goes fast. But you don't even know you're going fast. My old car, even going slow felt like you were careening around the track at the Indy 500 in a lopsided go-kart. Like racing a horse with a terrible injury. Um, like Barbaro.
So I got to work nine minutes faster than usual. And that felt like a real accomplishment. Until I got here.
Love, Fluffy
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But, the question remains, did you buy an automatic? Or are you still in the club?
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