the day at the dealership

this morning, caroline found out that her beloved first car, now almost ten years old, needed repairs costing a lot more than the value of her car. time to say goodbye to Little Nee and get a new car. our journey brought us to a ford dealership, where the people who were selling caroline her new car (!!!) probably shared about 6 brain cells. it was a long afternoon sitting at a table in the middle of the showroom with a salesman who tried to take advantage of us, but we totally didn't let him. it was nice to be able to have a friend go online while we were in the dealership and make sure the deal on the table was a good one (it was not), and help us leave the dealership with a MUCH better deal than they wanted to give us. ah, the information age.

it was appropriate that i was car shopping today because last night i read about how cadavers are used in crash tests. it freaked me out a little, and probably contributed to my restlessness. it's hard to settle into the idea of a cadaver of an 80 year old man dressed in a blue leotard sitting in a car that is crashed into a wall. weird, right?

caroline ended up getting a navy blue Ford Escape, which did well in crash and rollover tests. thank you to all the people who donated their bodies to science so we can be a little safer on the road. wow, that sounded a little lame, but i mean it.

still no other ideas for my med school blog name? bernie is really the only one out there offering a suggestion? come on guys! or maybe no one is reading this, and it's just little old me writing into the great abyss...

off to sleep, hopefully...