Car Hunting.. no one was hurt.

After finding that I totaled the ole’ Taurus.. the new hunt began. Today, from roughly noon till 8 pm I searched for my perfect (used) car.. There I was, scooting around Lexington traffic in my brother’s Isuzu Amigo… cracked windshield.. soft top tear flapping in the wind… a sight no doubt. So here I sit with a stack of business cards on one side, a sleepy cat on the other. My feet hurt. Who knew it could be so tiring! I was not cut out for this stuff. I felt BAD for NOT BUYING cars from the SALESMEN!! Even from the most expensive offer, I really felt guilty for taking up his time and not buying that way overpriced car. SHEESH!
Did I mention I have the BEST BROTHER in the world… who practically GAVE me his car until I could get my own!?! What would I do without my big/little brother…