Here is my funny story for tonight. When my husband was alive, one of the things that I hated to do was shop for cars. He LOVED the process. When it was time to get a car the thing would take a year. Entire weekends devoted to it. Hours on the computer. Newspaper ads analyzed. Then, a strategy decided on. When the moment finally arrived and he was ready to get the best deal he could he would pretty much throw himself on the hood of the desired car declare his love and claim no amount of money is too great for this sweet ride. Anyway, I rally hated looking at cars. After he died I had to get a car, walked in bought one in five minutes. Here is the irony. I bought a Volvo. On my first service visit, I had a ride in the shuttle. The drivers name was Rick. Nice guy, handsome. Got my whole widow story, with attempt to rebuild life from me. Now, I was too new to be looking at that time. He was very kind to me when I needed kind. But, I kept going in using the shuttle and after about two years in a very gentlemanly manner he asked me out. Coming up now one year eight months later still going. Here is the funny part, today we went out to look at cars. 3 stinking car lots. You know something? I was happier then a pig in shit. To have this opportunity , is more then I ever thought I would have again. I have no idea how this will end. He was married for 30 years, had a painful divorce, in no hurry. But , I had a blast today. I am grateful for this do over. I will never take a happy moment for granted.