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I feel smarmy even writ­ing that title. *shud­der*

A few months ago, we were able to get a new-to-us car. We have never been one of those fam­i­lies that buy new cars every few years. We buy a car cheap and drive it till it dies. I just can’t fathom pay­ing a monthly car pay­ment the price of a house pay­ment (if I can help it). We have been very blessed.

Years ago we bought a used minivan…with fake wood-paneling going down the side.  The pan­el­ing didn’t drive me crazy as much as the idea of dri­ving a mini­van. I’m not a mini­van kind of gal. But I swal­lowed my pride and drove it any­way. Now I find myself hav­ing to swal­low my pride again.

This new-to-us car is a Buick LeSabre…the Tiger Woods edi­tion. *shud­der* It’s huge but it’s also very com­fort­able and has all the bells and whis­tles.  I don’t know which is worse: the fact that it’s a Tiger Woods edi­tion *shud­der* or if I’m the only per­son under the age of 70 dri­ving it!

Think­ing pos­i­tive: Besides being ‘all that’, it’s amaz­ing how many cops have let me slide on going over the speed limit; assum­ing I’m some lit­tle old lady on my way to pick up my social secu­rity check. They lit­er­ately point the radar gun at me, look at the car and move on!  The other thing is that peo­ple aren’t quite so quick to pull out in front me.  I guess they’re afraid I’m some old per­son with bad eye­sight who won’t stop for them…hee, hee.

So, fine…I’ll drive ol’ Betsy along with all the blue-haired bonny’s from Branson.

…And ignore the putz who mar­keted it.