A little bit ago my husband decided that he wanted to get a sports car. Not a super new one, just one that made him feel young again (and he would look “cool” driving around in). We bantered back and forth for quite awhile as I wanted it to have a back seat (I have a truck already) and, of course, be solid and reliable as well as attention getting.
Finally, he decided upon a fancy silver Camaro with T-tops.
He is endlessly teased about his “mid-life crisis-mobile” and other mom friends ask me why I would “let” him get it (to which I wonder silently how a marriage works where you “allow” your husband to do things). And I always respond the exact same way…
“If my husband has the need to feel young again, I would prefer he traded in his four-door for a two-door with some torque than trade me in for some 21-year-old named Brittany!”
And, if I’m honest, I actually really love to drive it! 😉
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.