38 years old and still a smartass

Well I did it. I bought myself a new car. Brand new (not just new to me). So new, in fact, that the model year and the actual current year are the same 4 numbers. Yep, I got myself a brand new cherry red 2010 Porsche 911 Carrera Turbo convertible. Park it right outside my office (diagonally to take up part of the handicapped space so no one dings the doors) with a sign that says - "Yes, your fillings bought this car!"

Oh yeah, sweet ride. . .couldn't afford the insurance on it though so I have to be careful. Plus, the property taxes are a real hassle so I am joining the Freeman society and they are giving me some license plates to use. It also has been a problem fitting the dog and cats, kids and wife in there at night since I had to sell the house to afford it. On the plus side, it has a kick-ass audio system and the leather seats are great to sleep on. The litter-box smell can be removed easily by dropping the top down and making a couple of laps around the block (at 235 kph - I bought it in Canada, with the exchange rate and kilometer/mile conversion that's like 60, right??).

Well I better get back to packing. How we are going to fit all 5 of us with luggage, skis and snowboards into that car is taking some engineering. You would think for $170,000 they would throw in the trailer hitch but nooooooo, that's extra.

I may or may not blog next Monday from the mountain. Depends on whether the voices feel like yodeling (Riiiiiicolaaaaa).

Have a great day.

ric