Driving Miss Crazy

My husband is looking for a car. The process is "driving" me crazy. He turns into a raving lunatic whenever he switches cars. Papers flying. Phone calls being made. Negotiations. Pacing. Yelling. He repainted the garage floor in anticipation of the new "baby". I knew this would happen even though he promised that it would be a no drama situation. This whole procedure had better be over soon or the new car he will be driving in will be a hearse.