Yesterday, Andrea and I just farted around all day, something we hadn't done in a long long time. I found some rad new sandals at REI, along with a couple of really cute t-shirts. We also paid yet another visit to the Honda dealership, where I once again, touched, sat in and prodded the Element I've been thinking of buying. Unlike the last two times, when I had no money, a dying car and visited the dealership in the rain, yesterday was bright and sunny, my car is still dying but I finally have some money. All of this made me look at the Element in a totally new light that made the doors seem tinny (a major factor of consideration in my family, my dad loves his Camry but hates the tinny doors. Every time he climbs into his shiny Passat, he comments on how heavy, and thus, how satisfying, the door weight is.) and the interior seem cheap.

After really considering why I'd need a car that large (I don't. Andrea's car is large enough to haul all of our crap, dogs and hockey gear alike, even if it means I'd need to borrow it sometimes for the Seals carpool), I started to see that in the end, I remain a VW girl. I adore the Toureg, but the thing is like $40,000 for the base model. Even if I'm earning a decent salary, that's still too much ching for a car like that.

So I think, maybe, that in the next 6 months to a year, I'll be getting a silly car with no grownup value whatsoever, a New Beetle Convertible.

Why not? Soon enough, I'll need the kind of responsible car that I've always owned (my car history is a series of station wagons, sensible sedans and yes, a van), I may as well have a totally frivolous car. Woo!