We've been car shopping lately.

mr. zippy drives an BMW 320i and although DON'T THAT SOUND COOL??? but it's a 1983 - the 320i is one of the very first in the particularly sporty Bimmer series. for a 22 year old car, it still drives GREAT! I mean REALLY - it's LOADS of fun to tool around in, but the seats are so worn they need replacing and we can't seem to find them anywhere. Not even in junk yards, which is the one place we ought to be able to find them now, but I guess we aren't the only folks on the market for old buckets. and it has an air / heating problem. it works, but then... it don't.

so, we've been car shopping. we're getting rid of our debt because, for us, it's either credit cards or car payments. we haven't had a car payment in nine years - but we've been living high on the hog! not that we have anything to show for it (I HEART MY NEW PURSE!) - and it will take some adjusting to snip! snip! snip! those plastic devils out of my spending habits, but it will be worth it. our new car is a '93 truck, so, yeah, I think it's time one of us upgraded and it may as well be him since he's the one making all the money I keep spending.

First we test drove the Mazda RX8 ??? is that the right number??? the sporty model they have out right now that is REALLY REALLY SEXY and holds us very long people quite comfortably. but reviews say it eats oil. not a good thing in a brand new car.

Then we test drove the Mustang GT - S.W.E.E.T!!! whew!!! SWEET! I couldn't believe it, but we actually drove the V8 - and are seriously considering the freaking V*8*!! but the dealer wanted $4k over sticker and we weren't prepared to go there.

"Besides," mr. zippy said. "I want to see what the convertable model looks like."

Woah. Dude.

him: "What?"

me: "You hate convertibles."

him: "But you don't."

me: "This is your middle aged crazy, not mine."

him: "It's not a middle aged crazy!"

me: "You think a 46 year old man driving a 20 year old boy's car isn't a middle aged crazy?"

him: "NO!"

me: "Or are you just telling me to wait for it?"

him: "THAT'S it, baby, you ain't seen nothing yet."