My Life as a Cliche

DH and I are officially a cliche.

My balding, middle aged husband and I now own a red sports car.

He's been wanting one for a while (can you say 'midlife crisis') and we've talked about getting a second car for about a year. AFter numerous visits to frightening and obnoxious places to look at very expensive used Mazda miatas, we bought one on Sunday from a lovely nurse named Sheila who treated the car like a baby. It is a 1992, almost 100k miles, but runs terrifically.

I've never had a convertible before. Aside from windburn and messy hair, it is pretty fun.