I want a Jeep.
I don’t particularly know WHY I want a Jeep; I just know that when I see them I go “ooh!” and there is coveting and daydreaming about going off on Jeepy adventures with the top off and various breezes blowing through my lady parts. Ed does not seem adverse to the idea, which is doing little to quell my urges. We could totally get a Jeep. It would be awesome.
With the exception of my Metro, I’ve never had a truly manly car. The Mazdabator is great, but it doesn’t really strike me as rugged and tough – if it was a person, it would get manicures and moisturize with expensive potions. Jeeps don’t get manicures; they’d say “it’s just a flesh wound” and continue swashbuckling their way through the swarthy jungle. I want in on this action. It is precisely the kind of adventure I want to have, swords and all. You can’t swashbuckle in a Mazda 3! Bring on a Jeep!
A Jeep would come with a free membership to the Cult of 4×4. I’ve lost most of my weekend friends to the Cult (of 4×4, not the Cult that sells sanctuary), but I’m not particularly interested in joining them. I figure there’s a lot you can do with a Jeep that doesn’t involve mud – in fact, I sort of see a Jeep as a dandy compromise between a useful vehicle and a fun convertible. As much as I’d love to have some sort of zippy little convertible sports car, it wouldn’t really be all that useful for day-to-day, non-adventure things. I refuse to be a two-car family again, as we don’t use the one car we DO have – so really, the only option is to get a Jeep.
A dark green one, with a soft top and roll bars and removable doors and maybe a little trailer hitch for the scooters.
There are valid arguments against the Jeep Lobby, though. For one, we’d have to sell the Mazdabator and I *love* the Mazdabator. We just paid it off, and I really like the extra $400+ a month we’re no longer making in car payments – that’s a lot of ale and whores. I’d probably fall out of a Jeep and break myself. I’d need to buy a ladder to get into it.
But still. Jeepy adventures! That’s awfully enticing.
Last night we went BALLS OUT for Ed’s birthday dinner, dining en masse at Joe Forte’s. I had the Surf n’ Turf (with extra surf), and it was soooooo good – probably one of the best meals I’ve ever had. It was a spendy evening out, but it was a birthday dinner and Ed enjoyed it and that’s all that matters. Plus, I had scallops and they were enormous and delicious. Hooray!
Should we get a Jeep?