things I hate to do...

If you read my last post, you heard about my little run-in with the mountain. The mountain won, the truck got smooshed, but luckily I wasn't badly injured beyond a really cool bruise on my leg that's still turning colors three weeks after the wreck. Anyway, my dear husband decided that he wanted me driving something safer than a lightweight pickup with a tendency to hydroplane in wet weather, which led to the one thing I dislike almost more than anything else--shopping for a new car.
I HATE...