Argh! Car salesmen are so irritating. I only went to 2 places before I gave up and came home. The first guy wasn't very bad, but the second guy knew less about the car we wanted to see than I did. I think when I asked him about the optional antilock brakes on the Nissan Versa, he realized I was not some stupid little girl who just wanted a cute car in a pretty color. He had NO IDEA about what came on those cars. I hate how even though I'm the one looking for a car that I'll be driving, they insist on talking mainly to my husband. Like I don't bring home a paycheck and make decisions for myself. It's just so insulting.
I cleaned out my car out this morning. I cried a little. I wanted to buy another car to replace Rich's truck. I did not want to shop for a car like this. I miss my little car.
We might go troll some lots tomorrow when the vultures aren't stalking. Maybe that will be a little less stressful. I'm thinking about coming home next weekend and maybe trying to buy a car in Columbus. The salesmen there don't seem to drip with as much slime as the ones here do.
In other news, I read "Twilight" yesterday. It's a young adult book about a girl who fall in love with a vampire. I loved it. I don't typically finish books in a single day like I used to. This one I just couldn't put down.
Well, that's about it. I think I'll go mope around for a while and watch the Bama game.