Yah, I got a new car. At least in my dream last night. I walked onto a car lot and told the salesman I wanted that one. It was a candy red BMW. I didn't look under the hood or even ask about the mileage. I just asked for a loan, got it, and drove off. As I headed for home I sat stopped at a light. I started feeling guilty about my indulgence. I looked over the gorgeous interior and immediately felt better. By the time I reached the next stop light I started worrying about what Steve would think. I kept telling myself that he would think it was well deserved. By the next light my car had transformed into a BMW double seater bike(yah, they don't even make those, obviously). By the time I reached home the bike had completely fallen apart and we were left with nothing but the loan. Steve wasn't too happy, just as I had predicted. I haven't gone on a good shopping trip in a long while. I guess I better cure the urge soon, or I really could end up with a new car.
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Please, please take me along..I haven't either, and I feeling a unmistakable void..I would like to have the void in my wallet instead:) not really, but its so fun to shop!!!
That is so awesome! Buyers remorse while you sleep:). I'm sick of it too, I want a shopping day.
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