Post Christmas Post Mortum

House of Suz tip of the day:
Plan your visit to the DMV on Christmas Eve. I had to renew my license and was in and out in 10 minutes and the normally grumpy and less-than-helpful employees evidently had been bit by the Christmas spirit bug. I kid you not, it was easily the most enjoyable DMV experience of my life.

Sunday the Roommate announced that his mission for the day was to buy a new car, so off to the BMW dealership we went. The Roommate had been batting around the idea of getting a BMW for some time, had test driven a few; as with most things with the Roommate, immediate gratification set in, decided he was tired of his "hoopty" Jetta and he HAD to get a new car that very day. We test drove a nice 330 something or other (they don't have names, just model numbers. You'd think at those prices they'd hire a marketing department to dole out sexy names for those things) and the Roommate was ready to buy it but one problem, they didn't have the loaded version in the color he wanted, so he decided to try another BMW dealership. Since he was leaving empty handed I suggested we swing by a Toyota dealership and we take a peak at a Prius, being the responsible option what did we have to lose? I am happy to report that the Roommate is now no longer part of the problem, he purchased a gunmetal grey Prius, loaded with leather interior and all. 50 miles to the gallon, baby---we'll wave at you as we pass you at the pumps. I am so incredibly proud of his decision, especially since several of our coworkers are Beamer drivers and they were pressing him to join their club, but it's hard to argue with 50 miles per gallon in the city. The BMW he looked at got all of 19.

On Monday the Roommate was going to run some movies back to the video store and he decided to take Rufus with him---that dog love rideinthecar---so he asked if he could take my Jeep. White dog hair in a brand new car with a gray interior is a big no-no, yesk it is just not done. As I handed him my keys I asked "Are you sure you remember how to drive a stick?" and he smugly responded "Yes, I do recall how to ruin the environment".

He put a big bow on his car and left it like that in the driveway for 2 days.

And finally, Christmas came and went without a visit from The BJ. We are all very saddened. Some bastard is going to smoke a turd in hell for that one.