While it was pretty ballsy on his part, I actually appreciated the fact that the only input he wanted was my color choice.

All week, I have dreaded this afternoon.  I would rather have a pap smear.  Ching and I went to look and test drive a couple of cars.

The thought of spending money on a car when I just want to get to point B from A.  For several years, while in the city, I didn't own a car.  Ching and I bought our first car a year before we were married.  While Ching and I bought the car together, he actually made the decision by himself.  While it was pretty ballsy on his part, I actually appreciated the fact that the only input he wanted was my color choice.

When Rachel was born, we decided to become a two car family.  We test drove a couple types of Subarus and a Honda.  I was so leaky and depressed that just test driving these cars with Ching in the passenger side and some guy in the back was incredibly overwhelming. Just the choice of color made me want to cry. While I was physically present, I had nothing to do with the decision.

Quite frankly, I would have loved for Ching to make this car decision too.  The lease was up with the CRV and we didn't like it enough to buy it.  The only input I had on the new car was that I wanted the pick up to be less geriatric.  When I press on the gas, I don't want the car to think about--I have ninja like reflexes on the Mass Pike.  I need a car to match that.

As I am sure you can imagine, when looking at cars, Ching needs to set up a chart/spreadsheet of about five to seven choices.  They all look the same to me and this time I just went with his first choice with was the Nissan Murano.  The second choice was a Toyota Highlander.  We are looking for more room in the back.  (One car seat, one booster and a friend in the middle...let me stress, friend.  My looking for more room doesn't mean that my uterus is open for business.)

Oh, Christ, then I have to test drive it.  I wish I could just do this alone.  It's not like I am going to steal this car...I have seen the show, Orange is the New Black.  One of my biggest fears is being thrown into the klink and having to dodge of fat woman named Tiny who wants to be my girlfriend.  Regardless, I have Ching and his silent judgement in the front seat and some creepy silent guy named Andy in the plastic covered back seat.  It is probably redundant to mention but I am pitting down to my waist.

Surprisingly, I was able to make happy, coherent chit chat even when Ching went in and looked at the trunk while the trunk door was being lowered.  And I was worried about looking like the jackass.

Then we get back to the desk to discuss options, payments, deals, etc.  They try to do the hard sell, Ching has to whip out his phone/spreadsheet and I tune out.  I have done my part--he knows that I like this car.

While they are appraising the CRV (apparently there is a potential credit since we are low on mileage), Ching and I toss around the idea of adding an entertainment system for the girls.  There are options to add little screens behind the driver headrests but I nix that.  The is the last thing they need. The girls have never known a non-AC car, a windows with a crank handle or a standard transmission (because of Mr. Ching Wang).

Since the girls have now infiltrated my mind, I think of what interior will camouflage crushed cookies and juice stains.  I think of how long I will actually smell the new car smell before it's overtaken by kid smell.

Is it bad that I kind of want a two seater now or want them to run along the side?