Things That Make Me Go SQUEEEE!
Thursday, November 15, 2012
burghbaby

The thing about being unemployed for a while is that it means you don't get to buy a car. No matter what. So when I wrecked my car way back in January, much suffering had to be done.

And by "suffering" I mean I had to drive my husband's car for MONTHS (while he drove our old pickup truck).

And by "had to drive my husband's car" I mean "had to drive a car I *HATE*HATE*HATE*.

It's not a bad car. It has its place in life, and that place is to be driven from point A to point B and don't you dare stop at the Starbucks drive-thru along the way because OMG IT DOESN'T HAVE POWER WINDOWS.

Shoosh. I'm only sort of a princess. Case in point: I was totally OK with the lack of power locks. The lack of seat warmers was a bit of a challenge, but the power locks? Only a problem twice. When I locked the keys in the car. Did you know that you have to actually take the keys with you if you're going to manually lock doors? I do now!

We won't talk about all of the times I left the lights on and ended up with a dead battery. It seems that his car doesn't consistently do that DING! DING! thing when you leave the lights on.

So when I finally got a new car (SQUEEEEE!) this past weekend, it was with much SQUEEEEE! that I discovered how much I had missed the simple things in life.

You guys, automatic transmissions are the bomb-diggity. No more panicking that I was going to roll backwards into another car when stopped on a hill! SQUEEEE!

The weather was pretty fantastic on Saturday when we bought it (the actual purchase is a whole other story, now that I think about it), and even more so on Sunday when I first drove it. That meant I had to open up the sunroof and SQUEEEE! SUNROOF! If I could have figured out how to drive with my head sticking out of the roof, I would have done it. As it was, I settled for sticking my hand through the hole in the roof and it was glorious.

And then it turned cold outside and SEAT WARMERS SQUEEEEE! My buns like to be toasty and warm when I sit on them.

But the ultimate moment came when I stopped for a caramel macchiato on Monday. As I pulled into the Starbucks drive thru, I reached down and prepared to turn the window crank. But! But! There is no window crank! There is a button! And it automagically makes the windows go up and down! And SQUEEEEE!

There's nothing that screams AMERICA! more than sitting in the drive thru at Starbucks pushing a button that automagically makes your windows go up and down.

Especially when you're sitting in a Japanese car. AMERICA!

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