Some days I just look at my job and feel like banging my
head against a wall. Four years at a private, liberal arts college, being told I
could do whatever I wanted, and here I sit, 5 days a week, in a tiny cubicle,
counting down til 5 o’clock. #frustration And while I know very well that
better things are ahead and that this is only a short phase in what is
(hopefully) a long and productive adult life, some days you just want to
scream. Anyone else?
In any event, I promised you guys a recap of life for the
past month or so, and I fully intend to do that. So let’s start with this:
Yup. My beloved Walter finally met his match via deer. Last
Thursday, to be exact. So we’re sort of moving backwards down the old timeline,
but bear with me. The death of Walter (RIP) sort of put a kibosh on my plans
for the weekend (including finally making
it to the Pennsylvania State Farm Show), and after several days of pouring
gallon after gallon of antifreeze into him just to get to work, my dad finally
agreed to go car shopping.
And after one test drive and one agonizing night of decision
making, I’m coming home with this beauty in a few days:
My first grown-up car. (For some reason, the name Frankie is
coming to mind?) Granted, it was a pretty quick decision, but no one was offering to buy me a new Mazda3 (dream car), and I'm a firm believer in the old adage that when you know, you know.
So, welcome to the family, Frankie. And please, for the love of God - no deer. Because I already had to sell my unborn first child just to own you.
