Not an Excuse ... A Reason

For why I am the world's worst blogger (and tease).

See, when I would have updated, two weekends ago, I started car shopping. Out of nowhere, the very nice salesman (believe it or not there ARE nice car salesmen!) called me to tell me about a Ford Escort he was eyeing for me. *grins broadly* The poor guy. When I called him in December, I told him I wanted a manual, preferably a Ford (he works at a Chrysler dealership), with low mileage, good gas mileage, oh, and I wasn't willing to spend very much money. He was doubtful, but willing to look. Then he found the perfect car for me.

It was a little scary because things were just so very right, but after a few lessons from other car dealerships and salesmen, I decided maybe I'd just gotten lucky. I uncomplicated the situation that had gotten very complicated (by telling everyone "Go away!")

Then, a week ago, I became the proud keeper of Estelle.

That's not really Estelle up there. We're swimming in snow here in Illinois, and I've been concentrating too hard on shivering to get a picture of Estelle (yes I named her). But, that looks exactly like her.

So the last week I've been alternating between freaking out, getting snow dumped on me, freaking out some more, and trying to get some sleep. Great fun. I cross my heart hope to die that I will do my level best to get the "conclusion" to the last post up sometime this weekend.

Oh, and for those who (must!) wonder ... this is why I named her Estelle.

Estelle (who is a 2002) is inhabited by a little old lady. Most likely, by some portion of my great-grandmother (who was actually named Nellie, but it took me a while to realize that the car had a personality similar to Gramma 'Dino). Anyway, she's teeny tiny (only two doors), she creaks (the seat belt buckle on the driver's side), she's blue (that blue tint some women get from dying), AND she's sassy as all get out (the car honks at me if I get confused and try to lock it twice with the button). *grins and nods* Yep! Definitely Estelle.