But at least it doesn't wake me up at night

You know that Ani Difranco song "Wishin' and Hopin'," right? Well, that's been me for about the last month (oh, okay, fine, year). Except my wish was for a big, sparkly VW Jetta. And - woo hoo! I can't contain myself! - I finally got one yesterday.

It's a brand-spanking-new 2008 white Jetta SE... with (drum roll) an iPod adapter in the center console. Not an auxiliary jack with an ugly cord - a hidden adapter that doesn't rely on radio waves for usage. (Thank God. Been there, done that constant contact sport - as in, stop touching the adapter and/or iPod for even a second and all sound clarity is lost, despite fiddling with the channels.) It also has leather(ette) seats, a sunroof, a six-disc CD changer, Sirius radio free for three months, heated seats, and chrome trim. None of which I've ever had in a car before.

I'm (metaphorically) jumping out of my desk chair right now. It's in the parking lot and I'm actually worried about it. My office's parking lot isn't striped, but we park in a marginally acceptable pattern anyway - but not me, not today. I purposely parked a good 10 feet from the car next to me. Ain't nobody gonna mess with her. (Yes, the Jetta is a she. Duh.)

And I usually can't be bothered to do things I don't find particularly appealing... like paying Lawrence parking tickets or doing laundry on a semi-regular basis. But, people, I went and updated my insurance policy this morning. It's like I'm responsible or something.

I think this Jetta may very well be my first-born in disguise.