for the dozen or so years that mr. monkey and i have been together, and for the 9 years we have been married, we, too, thought that, unlike our friends, neighbours and co-workers, we would rise above, "make it," as it were and be different. now we have had to face the fact that we are not quite immune to society's diseased expectations: we have fallen, we have failed, we have, in fact, become nothing more than a statistic, a depressing statistic at that.
yes, my little poultries, i am devastated to have to inform you that mr. monkey and i...well...we bought a second car. now i know this goes against every single thing we stand for but before you pick up a stone and start tossing it speculatively from hand to hand whilst checking the atmospheric conditions* let me tell you that it is second hand and it is a volvo. that ought to count for something, no? i mean, come on! it's swedish! it's fuel efficient AND has a standard transmission. also, did i mention that it's swedish? those people are leading the world in environmentalism and social responsibility, not to mention kick-ass design!
whereas dodge rams appear to come with a free lobotomy,** volvos come with a serious intellectual cachet. at least there seem to be a whole lot of them parked around university campuses, so hopefully some of the smarts will rub off on us.
forgive us, please: mr. monkey's year-long (plus) carpooling deal recently collapsed in a heap of egos, light sociopathy and scheduling conflicts, and it was either that, or moi driving him to work every day (50km), driving to my own sporadic places of employment (5-40km each way), then driving back to pick him up (still 50km), which would not have been good. not for me, not for him, not for the marriage, not for the planet.
also, did i mention the car's swedish?
p.s. don't hate me, but i am madly in love with my butt warmer. too bad the stereo is blocked despite the best efforts of volvo dealers all over vancouver island...
*what? wind direction and speed has a huge effect on how you throw a rock at someone. just ask a golfer.
**chances are the ijit who cut you off earlier today was driving a dodge ram. it's just the way it is, i cannot help it!