Craigslist Crony.

This post has two stories, completely unrelated: 

The words and the pictures. 

Follow along. 

Enjoy, with sympathy for younger brothers everywhere.

Craigslist and I go together like peas and carrots.

Like thunder and lightning.

Like popsicles and summer.

I'm not sure how I feel about it. 

I mean, I love seeing all the cute and not-so-cute furniture for sale,

all the shabby restorations, 

crafty ladies selling their wares.

But my main purpose is NOT checking out the furniture.

It's the cars/trucks section.

I'm on a mission:

find Ben a fuel-efficient, stunningly awesome,

stunningly inexpensive

car.

His jacked-up truck doesn't fit the bill,

or the pocketbook with his commute.

I know my sleek dream car is out there.

I know there's some miraculous reason why I'll come upon an accord, camry,

BMW, mercedes

for less than 5k

and mileage under 100k.

It's there.  I know it.  Waiting to be discovered. 

And it's utterly time consuming.

Discouraging at times, but kind of fun, too.

Like a game.

That's why I can't decide how I feel about it.

I'm a hopeless dreamer and somewhat unrealistic.

But, oh well.  Our cute car is out there.

Somewhere.

And I'm gonna find it. 

Oh, and BTW,

In Lincoln's defense,

Mommy soon came to the rescue.

I showed Brigham who's boss.

Don't ever mess with Mommy.

Did I mention I was a linebacker in highschool?

Just kidding.