Date with a Car

I had a date with a car today, a Honda Pilot. Then I saw I Toyota Highlander, Hyundai Veracruz and a Saab, all sport utilities.

Yes, early weekend traffic was intense so I got there about six minutes late but the dealer I had the appointment with came out and said he was on the phone with a client and would get back to me ten or more minutes later. The car I wanted to check out was on the showroom floor so I didn’t get to drive it. Then because I’m a woman, alone, he tried to make me apply for financing. No way, dude. I’m not falling for this. We’ll arrange financing then choose a car we can live with for the next ten years.

I need meat for dinner, perhaps I can finagle something. Plus a nice Romaine salad, maybe hard-cooked eggs. Fried green tomatoes and I’m going to look up a beer batter for them as I’m still trying to get rid of the beer we bought for July 4 guests, and using one on my hair is the last possibility. Cheese (Cabot cheddar). I think we’ll have bacon-cheese pitas in the oven as the bacon is deep applewood smoked from the butcher counter.

So I think we’re set for dinner. There’s a music festival down the street this weekend, along with Hurricane Gustav. Remember when they named all hurricanes for women? Now they alternate but are only using foreign names (Edouard? Gustav?) Sounds like my family has something out for the Gulf coast. Dee