Question: How do you get two indecisive, procrastinating, phlegmatic people to buy another car when they already have one?

Answer: Have them total their car!
Yes, it's true, the Bonnie is done for. She shall be missed. We renamed her "The Bonster" after the accident because she looked like she got attacked by a monster. We bought a Corolla yesterday. We're quite happy with her nice paint and shiny-ness, and we're naming her Bonnie out of respect for the original, but . . .
The Bonneville was my first car. She was a loyal friend, dorky though she was, and I'm pretty sad.
In memoriam, I'd like to remember some great things about her:
1) Serious leg room.
2) Greasy guys rarely hassled me when I drove her, because they thought a grandma was driving and didn't bother to take a look.
3) Lots of upgrades: a '90's-size cell phone holder, radio controls on the steering wheel (!), a secret pop-up cup holder in the center console . . . okay, that was it.
4) She was such a tank that she could protect us like Jack Bauer if we got in an accident. And she did.
5) Busted A/C, but a great heater.
6) The taped-on light. Oh, the taped-on light.
7) Such a large trunk that Aaron and I were able to fit things to return, old clothes, wedding gifts we weren't sure what to do with, etc. inside, and forget about them. Until we totaled the car and had to sheepishly clean everything out as the tow truck dude watched with amusement.
8) She never needed any repairs that were actually her fault.
9) Every Bonneville we ever saw on the road looked better than her, but she still had good self-esteem.
10) Dude: she was a BONNEVILLE. Enough said.
Farewell, dear friend, and we will never forget you.

Recent Discoveries

- Chick-Fil-A is decent, which I haven't had a chance to find out earlier since Aaron thinks the restaurant's name is gross and won't go there with me.
- If you access your inner five-year-old, you can have fairly realistic snowball fights with (preferably clean) rolled-up pairs of white socks.
- I envy puppy owners; Aaron envies owners of large tv's.
- Eating chili quickly because you have to be somewhere is a bad idea. Please pass the Tums.
- I learned the term "shank's mare", which means one's legs. As in, "I missed the school bus so I had to travel by shank's mare." That's fantastic.
- When people pull stupid driving moves in front of me, it really helps me to say "You nerd!" instead of calling them other names. It even makes me laugh sometimes. Thanks to Dad for reminding me of the word "nerd", and to Aaron for the idea of how to use it.

This weekend

Aaron is snoozing away, as he has been for about 45 minutes. He told me to wake him up if he sleeps more than an hour. So I am going to blog for 15 minutes and then wake him up and convince him to go to Disneyland with me.
This weekend, I:
- Went to Felix's in the Orange circle with Aaron and split a gargantuan tostada. We then considered walking around the circle to burn off all that Cuban food, but in the end made the better choice of going home and watching some of Lost: Season 3.
- Saw Atonement. I thought it was great in some respects (costumes, nice use of color, some weird artsy cinematography, lovely English gardens if one is into that, chemistry between the young star-crossed lovers) and frustrating in others (it felt disjointed, the end was hokey, it seemed like the film was trying to say more than it actually said). The first third of it got me very interested in the story and the characters, and then I felt let down by the rest of the film. However, a friend scored me a ticket for $6.50, so, totally worth seeing at that price (thanks Steph).
- Fed the fish probably more times than I should have, because he kept looking at me in this certain way that makes me feel guilty for not giving him a snack right that second. (He's doing it again right now.)
- Took ornaments off the Christmas tree. The tree is still sitting in our living room, looking very much like a fire hazard. Yes, I know, all of you probably have already thrown your tree out, but please leave the poor Phlegmatics alone, we can't help it that all that excess phlegm in our psyches makes us move so slowly.
- Did not take out the trash, which I was supposed to do, since I lost a bet.
Good times.

One-way streets

are such a horrible idea.
Aaron and I spent a few days in Seattle for our anniversary. I think we got lost in Seattle more times than we have fought in our entire relationship (and I'm counting the small fights too, like the ones about Subway condiments).
Trying to find our way around Seattle reminded me of playing Memory as a child.
"I could have SWORN it was this card (street)! This game (city layout) SUCKS!"
Fortunately, we didn't go the wrong way down any of the streets/avenues/ways/boulevards, although twice we were close. It wouldn't have been all that bad if we had messed up though, because we were driving a rental Prius and replacing our carbon footprints and saving the WORLD, so who cares if we hit your car?