So, we have been in the process of buying a new car. On Thursday I accelerated that process. A handy FAQ to spare me the embarrassing conversation:
1) Kate, is there, um, something wrong with the hatchback on your wagon?
Your eyes don't deceive you. That hatchback only vaguely closes.
2) Wow, how did that happen?
Well, I was moving my car in hurry to make room for the jogging stroller that wouldn't fit between two cars. The hatchback was up. We have this fabulous oak that arches over our house at weird angle. I hit it.
3) Bummer, has this happened before?
Miraculously, I have never hit this particular tree. Shocking. Especially given that I was planning not to own this car mere days after this incident.
4) There are, uh, some other things wrong with your car.
Yes, I know. That's why I am trying not to be its owner anymore. Someone once told me, "Kate, there is a piece of your car in front of your car." I vowed to get rid of it then. But not without a thorough beating.
In other news...
FOR SALE: USED VW PASSAT WAGON. MINOR COSMETIC DAMAGE. NOT ENTIRELY WATERTIGHT. LOVED. FILLED WITH MANY MEMORIES AND SMASHED GOLDFISH CRACKERS.