cup.holders.

I think I’m a pretty low-maintenance girl when it comes to material things and the like. I don’t shop a lot, I don’t need manicures or pedicures, and I’ve gotten my hair cut professionally once in the last year.

My car is about as bare-bones as they make ‘em. It gets me from point A to point B, and that’s about it. No power windows, no power locks, and no power steering. It has a speedometer and a temperature gauge and that’s it. Tachometer? Who needs one?? Just shift when it feels right. Oh yeah, and it’s a 4-speed.

Well, after the death and resurrection of the Tercel last week, my wonderful husband has offered to switch cars, and I have graciously accepted the offer. Now I’m driving a 90-something Honda Accord, and do you want to know the most exciting thing about it?

Cup holders.

The Tercel had none, so I would wedge my drink between the driver’s seat and the emergency brake. And today, when I drove the Honda for the first time with a beverage, I was delighted to have a convenient location to place my drink.

It’s the little things in life that make life good. Who knew that cup holders would bring me so much satisfaction?

fried.

You know when you blow up a balloon and then instead of tying it off, you let the balloon go and it flies around the room bumping into walls and anything else in its path and making that funny sound?

That’s how I feel right now.