My husband wants an Odyssey. Many of you know that this is not a new desire, but it has certainly gained some fervor this week. My gosh, there are year-end incentives ON TOP of a bad market for automakers, do you know the deals you could get now? You could practically take the thing for FREE! Not to mention, you know, that a pack and play is probably not going to fit in the trunk of the Camry if you have a stroller in there, too. And don't you think we'll drive a lot more once we have the baby? I mean, trips to Fort Worth will probably increase and an Odyssey would be so much more comfortable and we'd have room for all the STUFF! Lord Help Me. I am going to be driving a mini-van before my 33rd birthday.
Speaking of my 33rd birthday. This is VERY weird, if you know me. My birthday is in ten days. I realized this today because today is Erica's birthday and I made a mental note to get a hold of her and it reminded me that my birthday must be coming up. In the past, I have treated my birthday like a national holiday with a countdown that begins weeks (okay, really, months) in advance. Everyone is very well aware of my birthday coming up. This year, I haven't mentioned it - I haven't even thought about it. I guess I'm growing up. In one year, I've gone from a single woman who thinks her birthday is really important to a married woman who is concerned only about her coming child, her husband and the potential of driving a mini-van in public.
Till He Appeared and the soul felt its worth
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