Last night, while sitting at the Y for swim team lessons for the bazillionth day/hour in the past year, I got tired of working, reading, playing Scrabble.
So I built my dream car.
It’s only $60,745.
I’ve wanted this car since I was 25.
In my mind, it’s kinda like a tattoo… I wanted it when I was 18, but waited until I was 25. I still wanted it, so I got it.
I’ve wanted this car since I was 25. I’ve waited until I’m 40 and I still want it . . .
Somehow, I don’t think this will end as happily as my tattoo hold-out did.