Seriously. So I'm having a cup of soup instead, yes the horrible packet kind. One extreme of the "I should eat this" spectrum to the other. But oh well.
Why am I eating these nibs? Other than the fact they are fantastic chocolatey crunchy goodness that is actually healthy for you? Well, because the other day I decided I was going to make my own chocolate; seeming I eat so much of it, it's about time I learnt to make some without the white sugar and loads of fat. And my health food shop has 20% off once a month. And because Bec is always telling Isis "only another year before you can have chocolate" and I don't want her knowing it exists - that any candy exists - for as long as possible. I just want to get her off to a good start without having to fight over what she eats, you know? If the only things she has ever eaten are good for her, then it's not going to matter if she won't eat that spinach because she's only eating avocado this week... or it won't matter as much anyway.
But the one thing my sister doesn't have is any respect for me. And I can live with that, but seeming I know she's going to go behind my back and do whatever the hell she wants with my kid, at least I can try to provide "junk food" snacks that aren't as bad as what comes out of the supermarket. That's the plan anyway
Well I failed at that shit really badly. I think a big part was because the shop didn't sell me the right product... twice. These nibs don't melt. It's a fact. It must be because I refuse to think I'm so stupid that I can't get chocolate to melt. Anyway I'm sure you will hear more on that adventure at some point. But that's why I'm eating nibs, because I have two containers of them, and I can't stop.
So, I need to go out and buy credit for my phone so I can call the repair guy about the bathroom floor. What? I could use my credit card to put minutes on my phone? Yes, I know that. But I don't like doing it. I know I'm just putting this off, feeding the phobia, but it'll get done today at some point!! It has to, because the middle of our (tiny) bathroom's floor turned itself into a hill the other night and we can't walk on it. We've made a few mistakes and some of the tiles have cracked, but it's difficult to get around so whatever. I suspect this has happened because of the dodgy repair job my landlord likes to do. And I can't go out because I'm waiting for the dealership guy to deliver my "new" car!
Yay! We went shopping on Sunday. Left Owlie with Bec, and Chris came with us to do the talking. The first car yard didn't have anything under like 8 grand, so we moved on. The next looked more promising. There was this little Nissan at the back of the lot for 2g. Well, I'm looking at it thinking, please dear God no. It's old. OLD like it's got crank windows old. But the speedo says it's only done 160 clicks. Pretty sweet, what's the catch? So we ask for the print-out of information about this ugly beast. And it says this car has done closer to 300 clicks and what's more, the registration numbers don't match. So Chris starts asking embarrassing questions from the guy, including looking under the hood for the VIN number. Meanwhile I just don't want a Nissan because Canadians pronounce it funny and it makes me want to stab myself in the face with a fork. They say "Nee-san" and we say "Nisen". I'm aware they are most likely correct, (though I should ask our resident Japan guru) but even if they are saying it right that makes it no less irritating.
Chris and I are both giving Obi the high signs of "NO WAY!" but Obi asks the dealer (Eddie) to give us the print out anyway so he can remember the details of this car to compare to others he finds during the day, and so he can come back if he wants it. That made poor Eddie really nervous, understandably because it's obvious some illegal shit is happening here.
Anyway, we'd looked over the rest of the lot and there was nothing in our price range so we were leaving, but Chris wanted to take one more look at this Hyundai. This car and I flirted with each other a little but it was over our budget. We set ourselves an absolute max of four grand using the rule of pay-double-what-you'd-be-willing-to-pay-in-Canada, and this blue beast was $5000. But Chris, who can sell anyone anything and get a good deal on everything like it's some secret superpower, goes to Eddie "What's the lowest you'll go for me on this one?" and Eddie's like "$3800" I'm like O.O and suddenly the car I like is within budget, if only barely.
Chris knew what to look for to make sure we weren't getting ripped off, or as much as any man who isn't a mechanic anyway. He also ran the license plate number through his phone and found out the car still has rego on it for another month so we can drive it right away, nice. Took it for a test drive, etc etc.
When Obi told the man we wanted to buy it, he went off to park it somewhere and Chris goes to us "Ok, here's what we're going to tell him..." and we all file into the office and sit down.
Chris tells the man, "Unfortunately, my friends only have $3650 in their account.." prepared to pretend to transfer us more money if the guy wouldn't budge, but instead the guy goes, "$3600 would be fine" guess he would have felt bad taking our last fifty bucks!
So I was mighty happy with how that turned out. I'd hate to have done this without Chris there, my brother-in-law is awesome. Turned out, you need Aussie ID to buy a car, so the car is in my name legally. Not that I can drive it. And not that it's really "mine" it's "ours" but it's my first car, and likely the closest thing I'm ever going to have to my own car seeming I don't believe every member of a family should have a car (tree hugger remember?). It's 1pm here. Hopefully he'll call me soon and be like "where do I park?"
The great part about having a car is I'll actually see my husband more. No more of this hour-and-ten minute commute shit, he'll be home in under 30 minutes. We've been missing each other hard lately (I know I know throw your LDR glares at me) because they have another deadline coming up so there's been over time, work on Saturday for me, plus Bec and I are getting back into the gym... we just haven't gotten to spend much time together.
Last night was great though, Bec asked to have Isis, so we went on a date to our favourite fine-dining establishment. For dessert I had this fondue that you dip balls of gelato into. It was mad! And I got al dressed up and felt fantastic. I should have taken a photo. Oh well.
How did these nibs get to my desk? Now I've got a chocolate headache. I'm my own worst enemy.
Tea!
Owning a car does make life much much easier. And kudos to your BIL. People like him are invaluable
Let us know how the chocolate making business goes!