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We bought a new car last week. Well, a new-to-us old car–1990. It was time. Being pregnant (and in the near future having a newborn) is simply not conducive to driving one’s husband to work early in the morning and picking him up in the evening. Picking up one’s husband at 5:30pm each day is also not conducive to making any sort of an evening meal (especially when most nights seem to have fifty different things and events scheduled, usually beginning around 6:30pm). So basically, it was hard to have any sort of home life.

Hence the new car, freedom for the wife, supper, and more time to spend together. And the fact that the new car is 5-speed, which I need to learn to drive before we get to Croatia, doesn’t hurt either.