The Seven Year Itch

When Mr. Fob and I were dating seven years ago, he got a new car. I went with him to the dealership to look at it and pick it out; I remember feeling funny because at the time we were just dating, but starting to get serious, so I was thinking that at some point the car would be "ours" and not just "his". I'd never owned a car before, and for several years the car was fabulous. It has air conditioning and a CD player, both features I had never been blessed to have in a vehicle before. It's been a good little car and we've appreciated having it. Unfortunately, like many relationships, ours is getting a little stale. I've grown tired of our car's flaws, like no remote entry and a not-so-powerful engine. The cramped backseat and tiny trunk are also getting on my nerves. Many of my friends have recently acquired new cars or vans and I'm beginning to feel some serious envy of their new vehicles.

Today we had a one-day fling with a Toyota Sienna, and I think it's going to take me a while to recover. I didn't actually drive it and I sat in the back, but I still fell in love with all of its features. The little mirror that flips down and lets you see the back seats. The remote entry and the double sliding doors. Plenty of room for the kids' car seats, plus cup holders for their water bottles. Room for me to sit in the back with them without getting kicked or poked. Controls for the air conditioning in the back. I could go on and on. I'm afraid that now that I've seen the good side of life my car lust is only going to get worse. I think I should go do some price checking and bring myself back down to reality.