All About Andrew

This weekend was all about Andrew! He deserved it since he spends a lot of weekends pretending like going to Ann Taylor Loft is a fine idea for a Friday night. Bless him!

On the schedule for yesterday: new (to him) car and new (for the first time) glasses. We have been in talks (and $avings mode) for months now, and it was really time to take the plunge on both counts.

First up was car shopping! We had done a lot of research in advance--which is probably not a big surprise if you know me. So, we went out with a pretty limited scope of what we were looking for. Back when we were searching for an apartment, we looked at a lot of places but ended up coming back to the first one we toured. So, we knew not to spend weeks on end looking at lots of similar cars if we found something we liked that was as reliable as a used car can be.

(Not the car.)

Well, we immediately found something that met all the items on our checklist, so we took a test drive (on 85--glad it was A and not me), asked many more questions, and left with a plan to do more research and think about it.

Then, it was on to the spectacles. These were my choice...but I admit they are "a lotta look," as I like to say.

Ironically, after the eye doc assessed his failing vision, she asked Andrew, "Did you drive here today?" Not only did he drive us there, but he drove several cars belonging to someone else on the interstate that morning!

Here he is after:

He looks exactly the same, because much to my surprise, he came out wearing contacts! He doesn't even like to watch me put my contacts in, and I would give you a ten dollar bill if you could get even a single eyedrop into his eye. He just does not like the idea of anything touching his eyes.

The jury is still out, but the court will reconvene on Thursday to decide whether the contacts are staying. Glasses still to come, either way.

After all our grown-up errands, we decided we could use a treat. So, we went to have drinks and some appetizers with Jason & Laura. (Actually, do they still count as appetizers if we ate Chick-fil-A beforehand?) We went to HobNob and had a great time! Here's your blog debut, guys. ;)

Today, we decided to go ahead and make a move on the car. We did some more research on this particular car last night and this morning, and even though that felt like super-quick turnaround time, we were okay because of everything we had done in advance.

It became a reality that we would soon be saying goodbye to the infamous Saturn SC-1, which is affectionately known as "The SCone" around here. We didn't take the ole girl to the dealership on Saturday, so she didn't even see it coming. I took a few pics to commemorate the occasion.

The lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls...

Now, usually, I am the calm one in these types of situations. (Sorry, A.) But, for some reason...I could not handle the anxiety of this major purchase! We were both completely confident in the decision, but when we got ready to go, I just couldn't. (I mean really, we had stopped by CVS, and I considered measuring my blood pressure.) Then, in a move that is completely counter to my controlling nature, I made A take me back home and sent him off to the dealership alone! So much for my, "Let me do the talking!" plan.

He's been there for the majority of the afternoon, and there are a few details left to iron out. No car yet, but stay tuned!