After much anguish and paper signing (I don’t do debt very easily), I now own a Kia Rondo, affectionately dubbed "the Runto" by Chuck. The good news is that it’s not technically a minivan but still holds seven if necessary, just right for all our visitors. It’s fun living in a tourist attraction; when we lived in Omaha, hardly anyone visited.
In celebration, my 17-year-old offered to buy me a license plate holder embellished with chrome flames. I politely declined, using the offer as a teachable moment – the difference between a gift for me and one that’s really for himself. The women in his life will thank me.
I’ve had to put the knitting aside to file my overdue taxes in order to get the refund needed for the down payment, which will appear on my next Mastercard bill. Follow that?
Life's a Stitch 
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