After sitting in stop-and-go traffic for twenty minutes, my first order of business was feeding the cats. My second order of business was calling my dad to beg for help Making A Budget With A Car In It. Considering I consider eating out more than once a week an invitation to bankruptcy, this should be interesting. (It's not, but it feels like it.) I am convinced in my soul that either I am putting every cent I can into savings or I am going to financial Hell, no compromise. On the other hand, I have been objectifying cars for two years. So perhaps I should develop an actual budget, split a savings account for maintenance and repairs, and bite the bullet.

Do you know what I would do with a car? I would go joyriding down the highway and do forty-five miles an hour on country roads. I would make awesome mixes including performers and songwriters named Williams (Dar, Robbie, etc) and sing along at the top of my lungs as I pick up groceries. (I forgot to buy a watermelon today! Augh!) I might even road trip. Overnight! But that might cost money, and if I get a car, I'll be chronically broke. Which would be sad. And so I go around the push and the pull: how badly do I want this?

I think the answer is: not enough to screw over my savings. But enough to make sad faces at cars.com, and try to rearrange my budget.

Okay, this is awesome:

Boil new potatoes until tender.

Chop parsley.

Dump potatoes and parsley in a bowl. Grind lots of pepper into the bowl. (Incidentally, I am in love with the pepper grinder.)

Mash potatoes, parsley and pepper into p-cubed awesome.

Get fork, make embarrassing OM NOM NOM NOM sounds. Neglect eggs and/or sausage that were supposed to complete this balanced (ha) meal. Maybe throw in some sort of fat (olive oil? Butter?) for savory purposes.