So…Jeff and I picked up our brand new, 2008 Honda Civic on Monday morning. It rained all day (salesman Andy said that’s good luck). It was “bye-bye” Explorer, and “hello” Civic for the Lorows. This automotive upgrade has been in the works for almost all two years that we’ve been married, but it finally all came together just a few weeks ago. We’ll spend some time getting acquainted with the newest member of our little family this weekend when we drive to South Carolina to spend some time with Jeff’s family.
The new car has created a dilema for me: THE KEY. I didn’t have an Explorer key on my key chain because I never drove Jeff’s car. (It took both hands for me to get that thing in and out of gear. It was all bad, so I totally avoided it.) Honda, thinking that they’re doing their car owners a favor, decided to forego the separate keyless entry/key style for a single key with the entry buttons directly on it. The key is about the size of Montana. It dominates my keychain. It has created havoc in what used to be a rather controlled key environment in my purse. I’m embarassed to hand over my Giant Bonus Card because I’m afraid the cashier will strain a muscle while trying to manage my bundle of keys. I must devote a minute (or two) tonight to sorting this key situation out. And, lest you think I’m exagerrating and making much ado about nothing, my dear husband has indicated he feels a similar angst about the new key situation.
So, in other news. I had a very enjoyable lunch today with one cute Erick and his lovely mom, Jen. See…Jen and Allyson are good friends. They met in playgroup and both moms and kids became great friends. I met Jen and Erick a few years ago. I immediately developed a ginormous crush on Erick. He’s irresistably cute. About equally as quickly, I developed a deep fondness for his mom. And now, instead of Jen just being Allyson’s friend, I’ve taken to thinking of her as my friend. We met for lunch today — a real treat for a girl who has spent far too much within the confines of her office of late.
I hate to harp…but back to that key situation for a minute. Let it be known that I love the Civic. And, I still very much love our Honda Element. Getting rid of keys by getting rid of cars is absolutely not an option.
Random other items for you to note: “Deadliest Catch” was outstanding last night: Johnathan fell into water while trying to board his boat; Sig and Edgar battled over who could stay awake the longest (48 plus hours); and Phil’s crew gave themselves mohawks and offered their hair to the crab-fishing gods. The church softball season kicked off last night, and Immanuel lost both games. I thought they looked pretty good though, and I fully expect their next games will noted in the win column. I am so stuffed up that I can hardly hear. So, please, if you’re talking to me…look directly at me so that I stand a chance of reading your lips. I feel like I’m trapped in a cave.
(Lastly, I’m not spell-checking this entry. Mostly because IT won’t build something so that we can all spell check on our blogs. Plus, I’m bored with this entry and don’t want to suffer through re-reading it. Sorry about that…)