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Out with the Old... In with the NEW ... OFFICIALLY.

We got to bring our baby home last night. By "Baby" I mean new car! We have been carless for nearly 3 weeks now and It feels good to have our Focus (above) Safely in a parking space awaiting a new title, and our Fit parked under the carport awaiting our next adventure out in the world.
After work last night I rode the bus to Burien. Eric and Tim met me at the gas station on the corner of one of the stops and got into the Cav with them; we drove to the Honda dealership and Tim took off with his Cav which we've had for the past three weeks.
We walked into the dealership and Karl (our salesman) was there waiting for us to show us our new car. We sat down and signed some more paperwork with Tim (not friend Tim - Dealership Tim) and then we sat at Karl's desk while he went over our owners manuals - gave us our keys, and gave us free key rings for a gift for buying from him. So, armed with all of the information on our Fit we could ever want or need, we walked out to see our car all shined up and ready for us to drive off the lot. It was hard for Eric and I to contain all of our excitement while Karl showed us all of the features.
From the "Low air pressure" warning light for the tires to the odometer, he outlined it all.
We pulled off the lot, and giggled all the way to Tukwilla - where we went out to a celebratory dinner of Famous Daves. We were concerned with our leftovers stenching up the "New car smell" - but it didn't. We ran a few errands and then went home. It was kind of a surreal experience and I'm half expecting to walk downstairs and see our focus sitting under the car port and last night being some sort of fantasy.
It dawned on me last night that this is not only my first new car, our first new car as a family but it's the first car I have ever had my name on - in the past my parent's have always "owned" my car. I guess this means I'm a big kid now. So here we are... Something NEW NEW for January :) YAAAY!

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