Last night L and her bf and his friend (I think this is either a fix-up situation destined to go nowhere, or we are just each other's available suitably presentable escort) met for drinks, followed by greasy pizza. Kiss off those extra WW points.
So, I got up early, went to post office, hardware store, Tarjay, came home and started sorting crap and loading boxes, and around 1, 1:30, I called my lovely Girlchild, to see what she was doing - I'd lost track of her work schedule and whether she expected me to return her dog. No, she was going car shopping and hoping I could accompany her.
So I cleaned myself up - slightly, I still looked like shit - and we went car shopping. To cut around 5 hours of confusion, pain and drama very, very short, Girlchild is now the happy owner of a very lovely new '07 leftover Honda Civic. Pretty blue w/a sunroof, satellite radio, place to plug in your iPod, lah-di-doo-dah, which is now the basic Civic package. Photos to follow, if it's not too rainy tomorrow. Tomorrow there is furniture to move, and an elaborate car shuffle in which her old car, which started out as her father's car, will come back here to hang out until Boychild can fly down to lay hands upon it, heal its ills, and take it back to NC.
I am wiped out, but Boy's input on the car shopping process was most comforting (he used to work for this dealer group) and the dealer's nice staff made it fairly painless. She has a car she loves and a car payment she can live with, and all is well. I still don't understand why it is impossible to buy a car in under 5 hours even if you know exactly what you want when you walk into the dealership. Even the adoption of the Subaru took that long, and I had selected it online and wasn't financing it.
If anyone is looking for me, I will be in bed with Captain Morgan, Boris, Dudley, Murphy and Shrek. I think that officially makes it a menage a menagerie.