Hasta Luego,Sianara, Tchau, and Goodbye

Sometime between 9:30pm Tuesday evening and 7:45am Wednesday morning, some idiot stole our vehicle, stole our one source of motorized transportation, our little 1997 Honda Accord. My first reaction was to think that someone was playing a joke on us, but that reaction slowly turned into a wish, and then instantly it became a stark reality- someone stole our car while we were sleeping. We spent all wednesday morning talking to police department and our insurance company and then trying to figure out how we'd get to school and work. The police officer handling our case (we thought about asking him for a ride) said chances of actually finding our car are slim to none; it's either in Mexico now or already been stripped of it parts and abandoned. Luckily, a friend was able to lend us a car and until we figured out what we wanted to do, thanks JJ. After short deliberation and making our peace with the stolen vehicle, Carly and I decided to purchase a car. We found a couple options we liked, test drove em, and made an offer on one of them. The seller eventually met us at our offer and we made the deal. Lucky for Carly, she now will be driving her dream car, a Nissan Xterra, for the rest of her life or until it is run into the ground. I personally don't know how to feel about the new ride, I'm mad that I have to drive it knowing it's at the cost of a good dependable, paid for vehicle. Oh well, that's life I guess. So here's to the accord that served us so well- goodbye, and welcome under unfortunate circumstances, our new/used Xterra- and shortly to a brand new car alarm.