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and readers for crossing your fingers.  It didn’t work out.  That’s OK.  In terms of facts and figures the car wasn’t a good deal given the information at hand.

This is very interesting because normally I would have fallen in love with a car and wanted it.  Here I had it taken to a mechanic, ran a CarFax report and even called the manufacturer about recall history.  It doesn’t check out and I’m not emotional about it, just analytical.

This scares me because Jim is so analytical and I’m smart but somewhat emotional about decisions that if I go toward his “side” or he comes to mine it’s OK for a while until we switch positions or become an amorphous mass.

Let’s just hope he doesn’t decide to cook.  Then I’ll have to learn to be a software engineer.  Ain’t life grand?

I’m a big believer in opposites attracting. Jim’s brilliant, analytical, plans major/minor purchases only after Consumer Reports and exhaustive comparison shopping and believes that anything one wants to contribute as a volunteer is worth a paid position.

I’m smart, emotional, non-shopper/impulse buyer, and was the perpetual volunteer to the point that I spent every evening at a community meeting and weekends helping stray animals.

I thought of this topic because of a good friend and roommate during my first job. She was a work associate. In the end she French-braided my hair, which I could do nothing with. Also lent me silk scarves and tied them for me. I folded napkins in interesting shapes and did the bulk of party planning/cooking. It worked out perfectly. When she broke out and went to D.C., I really missed her. Several days later she asked if I could come down to visit for the weekend. Why? I lived in D.C. so we could go out and have fun in a new place because I’d lived near the District for three years and had seen all the monuments!

So we went to a funky outdoor market and bought a ton of Maryland blue crabs and cooked them up with Old Bay seasoning and served them with mallets on her new kitchen table lined with butcher paper like a proper Washingtonian would do. She also introduced me to the Scottish Games and was a Highland dancer, whom we always persuaded to do the Sword Dance at our legendary parties.

What happened? Last year we spent time in Scotland! Here’s to opposites. Now I have some lovely Ferragamo scarves (one of a dog made of Mums) but tying them is beyond me. No, Jim makes hurricane kits for us, doesn’t tie scarves. Thanks, though. Cheers, Dee