Five Cars & Counting

Last night, Brian and I went to look at a truck he was interested in buying.

Yes, that one.

Being married to Brian should be documented in a movie or a reality TV series. It could be called "Five Cars and Counting."

Brian always keeps life interesting, that's for sure.

Though the car situation is often an area of contention in our relationship, I'm surprisingly open to the idea of getting a truck, since a truck would come in handy at times. I actually prefer a truck to Brian's other sporty cars; it appeals to my country side.

You know the song "Let Me Show You How Country Feels"?

Picture Thanksgiving dinner in front of the TV, served on TV trays while watching the Dallas Cowboys, with beer, sweet tea, fried turkey, sweet potato casserole, pineapple and cheese casserole, hash brown casserole, squash casserole, macaroni and cheese casserole, green bean casserole, and mashed potatoes. And then your cousin's dad swings by for Thanksgiving supper after being released from prison.

Yeah, there's a small piece of me that is country, so I see the appeal of an old truck on big tires.

I suppose Brian likes to be well-rounded with vehicles on both ends of the spectrum. One day he's shopping for a Porsche and the next day he's shopping for a beater.