So Wood bought a new truck this weekend. The Ranger was just too small for the three of them, and it seems he has to haul the adult-sized children more and more. So what did he get,you ask?

A Honda.

A Honda Ridgeline. OOOOhhhhh.

He's been looking at this truck for about a year now, and I've been dragging my feet because of this or that (mainly the payment, and the fact that it doesn't affect me since I'm never the one who has to cram into the little leprechaun -size jumpseat.). Well, the time is now. He did most of his "shopping" on line, and last year we went to one of the dealers on the east side of town to look, but didn't drive, since we knew we weren't buying at that time. That dealership had a few Ridgelines on the lot, but all were top-of-the-line tricked out leather/compass/juicebox holder styles, way above our budget (budget-Ha).

So when we decided to actually get physical this time we weren't too sure we'd be able to find a regular old plain jane just a good stereo type model on the lot. Well, the internet search resulted in a phone call from a different dealership, one closer to home, so I told the Man we had an appointment at 10:00 am Saturday morning. Boy, for a guy buying a truck he sure made an ucky face and dragged his feet. Blamed it on benadryl. Ok, whatever.

So we get there. There's one on the lot. One. It's white. That's good, it's the preferred color. It's an 06. That's ok too, we're not proud. But it doesn't have the stereo configuration that he had his heart set on. But wait! There's an 07, back here, hot off the truck, barely checked in by the dealership! Be still his heart!

We do the drive around the block, getting to know the salesman, (recently relocated from Maryland, his lifelong home, wife and daughter came out in early summer, loving the complete absence of grass in his yard and the one-story house, had a rear-ender first thing after moving to town, has neck problems, is seeing an orthopedic/spine surgeon with whom (?) I work on occasion, prognosis looks good as soon as the lawyer settles and the insurance pays-ah, Vegas)
and it's a done deal.

So we do the paperwork, the credit app, go to the finace office, listen to his additional deals for warranties and such, sign here, shake hands, wait for the vehicle to be detailed for "delivery". Delivery? To the door around the corner. Whatever.

So now we're talking to the girl from the customer service department. Reminds me of Pooh.
A cutie, has a one-year old at home who likes to put everything in the toilet. Ah, the good old days of toddlers.

It's ready! Customer service cutie accomanies us out to give us the once over with the truck so we know all the cute buttons and warnings and where the hell the spare and jack are.

She shows us the trunk (a truck trunk!), and points out the release latch. "In case that dead body isn't really dead", I say. She looks at me and says "Right! Exactly!"

Then she points out the drain plug in the bottom of the truck/trunk, and turns to me and says "And if you need to rinse it out, all you have to do is hose it out and let it drain! In case, well, you know." "In case it really is dead?" My kind of girl.

So we get home and show the kids their new ride, and sure enough, a body will fit in the truck/trunk.