Best 2 weeks ever. Well, at least it was the best 2 weeks' vacation in my adulthood.
My honey-do list was impressive. Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife decorated, I paid and did the labor. Bought plants for the lanai, slept late once or twice, drank a bottle of expensive scotch (my wife tried scotch for the first time but based on the quiet, subdued wife that spent the next morning on the couch, that may have been a one-time experience).
I sold my beloved truck, too. My new one. Fact is, I don't need 4-wheel drive and a big-ass hemi in south FL. And also the fact that the space in my 2-car garage here is exactly 3/4 of an inch longer than my truck may have tipped the scale.
So now I'm in the mommobile, too, and no longer will hippies cry tears of impotent sadness when I chirp the tires taking corners in the 3-tons-o'-fun.
Eh, I might be OK with being in a 1-car family. I'm not home all the time, anyhow. If not, there's always plenty of sports cars for sale local to my house. Seriously, within 5 miles of my house there's dealers for Porche, Ferrari, Jaguar, Lamborghini, Bentley and Aston Martin. I love where I live.
Think they'll do a layaway plan?