Merging two adult households is a challenge. We have been working to consolidate, streamline and simplify our lives as we sift through the “treasures” collected along the way. Our most recent endeavor in the name of our simplification efforts is putting one of our regular vehicles up for sale. We all know how attached one can become to a vehicle, so deciding which of the machines would be put on the market resulted in an interesting discussion.
He Said: “It makes no sense to have three cars when we really only drive one of them and the other two sit. Time to send one away.”
She Said: “If you tick me off, I’ll need to drive one of the other cars. Which one should we sell?”
He Said: “Well, my FJ Cruiser is the newest, so we need to keep that one (my caveman vehicle), don’t you think? So that means either the Mercedes or the Volvo needs to go. Since those cars are your babies (obviously she has WAY better taste than I do), you’ll have to decide which one we part with.”
She Said: “Oh sure, put the onus on me to decide. Let’s both figure this out together, Caveman.”
He Said: (Carefully choosing his words) “Ummm, ok.”
She Said: “Well?” (arms folded like a scolding Mom)
He Said: “Let’s work our way through this. The FJ is the newest. The Volvo is by far the most practical, since it is four door and all that good stuff. The Benz is the least practical (and therefore the most fun, of course).
He Said: “That doesn’t sound like a good reason to keep the Benz.”
(One more reason to sell the FJ: There’s no illuminated mirror on the passenger-side sun-visor.)