On our way to celebrating my birthday at a favorite restaurant of mine, we were driving past the Toyota dealership when Chuck suggested we stop in, and pick out a Highlander. He knows I have a soft spot in my heart for the Toyota sport utility vehicle.
Once upon a time, I had a metallic gold Highlander, the only SUV I've ever owned. I loved that car. It had a lot of get up and go for a 4-cylinder, and I loved the view from the higher chassis. When I got rid of it, it had close to 150,000 miles on it, and it was still going strong. I had buyer's remorse pretty quickly after buying my first-ever brand-new car, not because I didn't like my Hyndai Sonata, but because I just missed my Highlander.
There were not many pictures to be found of my old car, but in this particular one, I had joked that a front-wheel drive Highlander is a pathetic snowplow, so I decided to use it as a driveway decoration since it got stuck in the deep snow on this winter day.
I laughed at Chuck's suggestion last night, saying buying a new car would be the most impulsive thing we could do on my birthday.
"Well, yeah, if we bought it tonight, it would be impulsive, but if we picked one out, and waited until tomorrow to buy it, it would be well thought out, and not impulsive at all."
That's my Chuck, always making me laugh. And yet, here we are on our computers, the day after my birthday. One of us is writing; one of us is browsing Highlanders on the internet. Guess who is who.