I'm home with the dogs for the next couple of days while Matt is at the Idaho Conservation Officer's Association annual meeting. I let him take my car, which gets much better gas mileage than his Nissan Frontier pickup. He called me from Twin Falls about an hour ago and said, "Guess what I did?" I was thinking my car was wrecked, since I couldn't make heads or tails out of his tone. I gave up quickly and he said, "I bought a Titan!" A Titan is Nissan's new full-size pickup, and the thing that Matthew most covets in the whole, wide world. He was planning on stopping at the dealership, that I knew, but I had no idea he'd end up with a new truck, particularly since his Frontier is sitting in our driveway. My first reaction was, "What did you do with my car?" My little baby car is going to sit at the auto dealer while Matt drives his new truck to the three-day meeting (in Jackpot, Nevada, which is why I chose to stay home--108 degrees and me don't mix). Matt will then stop in Twin Falls on his way home, switch vehicles at the dealership, and drive mine home. Then he'll drive his "old" truck to Boise, replace the windshield as promised to the dealer, and switch trucks again in Twin Falls. Complicated, eh? And the only bad part of all of it was at the end of the conversation when he said, "Thanks for not being mean to me about it." Wha? I can't figure out why he'd think I would be mean about it--his payments are going to be less on the new, full-size truck than they are on the smaller one. That's not a problem. He's only been talking about getting a Titan since they first came out. I don't get it...
Grover's ears seem to be getting a little better. He doesn't seem as uncomfortable as he was a few days ago. I get to try giving him his ear medicine tonight. Bleah.
Not much else going on. If I'm quiet, it's because my friggin' internet connection/modem/karma is going bad and I'm having a hell of a time staying online.