I need a new Camaro
I woke up last week with a new revelation. I WANT a new Camaro. Bad. I think I’ve gone mad. And now I’m kind of sad. JS said that I better get a roomy version because if I brought home a new car I’d have to live in it… Dream crusher.
It was like I woke one day and I was struck with a bolt of consumerism lightening. It’s a very disturbing feeling because I have not EVER wanted a brand new car. One: I have always been a poor student and now I’m a poor newish business owner, and Two: I’m a Virgo with a huge OCD complex and given my poor driving history… New car + dent and/or scratch = months of therapy and/or costly insurance claims.
I KNOW better. I READ Dave Ramsey. I ALMOST have a savings account!
And now I’m a hypocrite because waaaaay back in the day I even tried to convince JS that a brand new “Farm Truck” was a really bad idea. He had his “Aha! She was right” moment, when a week after its purchase the farm gate smashed into its side. And again a few months later when he took out a few reflector posts in a well executed side slide right into a ditch. (Now listen here, just because one of those accidents was my fault doesn’t mean that a new truck was a wise acquisition.)
AND THEN more recently I discovered that not only did I really, really WANT a new Camaro… I NEED a new Camaro. Have you seen that thing? It’s a frickin’ revelation. But most importantly I think we can all agree that I would look super fly rocking less than 20% body fat driving a muscle car.
Yep. See. That’s EXACTLY why I need the new Camaro.
It's okay to drool.