For Richer or Poorer

Listening to: Lay It Down, Cowboy Junkies

For a long time, my good husband has needed a new truck. He purchased the current one in 1979, a 6-month old Chevy Scotsdale, and it's the truck we dated in. Lots of sentimental value, at least for him, for more than just the times we went parking *grin.* However, his list of requirements for a new (to him) pickup made finding one nearly impossible. 4WD, manual trans., extended cab, short bed, NOT red or black, and a whole passel of other things. Well, finally one showed up at the local used lot, and we looked at it last week. Saturday we test drove it, and wowsa! it's nice. So now it belongs to us, after much financial finagling. The bank we've been with for many years no longer (as of 3 weeks ago) makes auto loans for independent dealers; individuals are fine, and so are franchise dealers, but the poor indepent dealer is up a creek. Not to worry, The Bank of Ron's Mom cashed out some low paying CDs, and we're paying her double the interest. The real kicker is that it's the same bank we are at, so they not only lost our loan, but lost a good deal of $$ from Betty.

Nice, very nice. And it makes him very happy...