My beloved Dodge Ram suffered a massive coronary and has passed away…a moment of silence…My heart is broken.  A couple of weeks ago, I was driving on the Interstate when all of a sudden, I had the luxurious choice between seven different neutrals.  If I put the truck into drive, neutral.  If I put the truck into reverse, neutral.  Anywhere on the shifter, neutral. DANG ITTTTT!!!!!!

That leaves me in a position I hate to be in.  I now have to go car shopping, but more on that in a moment.  You are probably saying to yourself, why aren’t you just getting the truck fixed?  I mean, there are places that repair transmissions… Well, it turns out that it will cost the same amount to fix the tranny as the truck is worth.  Which if you haven’t caught on yet means that the truck it totaled.

So, here I am.  I need a car.  I have to go and buy a car!  I am not a car guy.  I mean, I won’t drive just anything, but when I have a car that runs I don’t think about it much.  I have no idea what cars are out there.  When I have a car that is running, that is a problem in my life that is sorted.  Problem solved, I can get from here to there. Really, I don’t think about it.

Which means about once every ten years, I am thrust into this world of not having a vehicle and being forced to go and buy one.   I HATE IT!!!  It costs so much and I hate it soooo much.  There are so many other things I would rather spend my money on rather than a car.

I know this puts my man card in serious jeopardy.  Men are supposed to love cars, and everyone seems to have a triumphant story of how they took the dealership to the cleaners on their last purchase. "Yeah, by the time I was finished with them, they were LITERALLY throwing $100 bills at me and begging me to simply take the car…"

I feel like I am a hair’s breadth from being screwed at all times.  I feel like the world’s biggest idiot when I am talking to a salesman.  I feel like a skin diver who has surfaced only to see a pack of sharks circling and ready to feast.

Alright, enough with the belly-aching.  It is time to cowboy up and be a man.  There are salesmen that need slaying and if the first few years of my marriage serve as any kind of model, I should never…NEVER have any disposable income.  It all should be spoken for immediately if not sooner.

We just got finished paying off Megan’s truck, and now we are diving again into the glamorous world of debt.  GERONIMOOOOOOOoooooooo…….!