Hmm, not a question I want to hear.
But instead, I just bought a bunch of stuff for the wife’s car.
No big deal, right? Looks like any dirty car on a shady used car lot, you might be thinking. WRONG.
Sitting in bed after a luxurious dinner of pizza and ice cream last night, my wife shows me a vehicle for sale…
This from the woman who asked I stop getting a new car every year!
“Hey I’m leaving the gym now.”