I feel massive, crushing guilt about not posting here more frequently. Well, not really. But I do feel a little bad about it.
The problem is, the less you post, the less you post. No, that's not a typo. Basically, if you're only posting every couple of weeks, you start to feel like every post you make has to be incredibly profound. It's not enough to make a post about a Cheeto you found that looks like a guy masturbating. And since my life is not that profound, I don't know what to post.
Also, I'd post more if the blogger app didn't suck so bad. Just sayin'.
The big drama in my life these days is I bought a new car. It's a Subaru Forester--my first SUV. I'm horrified I did this... the best thing about my kids getting older was I didn't need to have a bigger car, but somehow this car happened. I love/hate it. I love the way it drives and the visibility is great. I hate everything else about it.
The thing I hate most this week is I realized I had the option of getting a trunk that opens automatically, but because the salesman didn't tell me this was an option (because he probably wanted to unload a car nobody wanted), I didn't get it. So now I have a trunk that's impossible to close for short little me. I called the car dealership and cursed them out, but it's not like it's some big revelation that car salesmen are skeezy.
Question of the day: if I live in a place where snow comes out of the sky on a regular basis during the winter months, do I need special tires?