In general, any model and any year outside of the obviously regretable late 80's and early 90's. Specifically this beauty right here:
I've wanted a mustang my whole life. It took me until I was 44 years old to get one. I only drive it in the summer, which means that right this second it is a very pretty 3,400 pound conversation piece which I store in my garage, insure and make payments on. This requires me to park my transportation vehicle, an eleven year old Jeep Grand Cheroke, in the driveway. Speaking of which....
The Man bought me this for Christmas and I don't know how anyone living in Northeast Ohio in the winter doesn't have one. Admittedly, it would be better if my heat didn't take an hour to start working, but it's a start, no pun intended.
Anyone who has known me for more than a week has probably heard me talk about my Roomba. I LOVE LOVE LOVE these little robots. What I love just as much is the fact that Best Buy gives me a new one every time I kill one. I am seriously not exaggerating when I tell you that I've had about 15 of these things over the last five years. They aren't very durable, but they are very good at this tedius chore that I have no interest in performing manually.
I used to have three. Now I have one and I have to carry it up the steps when I want those floors cleaned. Times are tough all over.
Pandora Internet Radio
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to http://www.pandora.com/ and be amazed. Seriously GO!! NOW!!! You can thank me later. I only wish The Man could ever know me as well as my Pandora does.
French Vanilla Cappucino
Good Cappucino is like fine wine, meaning I have no interest in either. I like my cappucino cheap and quick. The stuff that comes out of the machine at the gas station is HEAVEN to me. McDonald's lost my cappucino business when they started making theirs with real espresso. I like my wine to come out of a box too.
Black. Nearly as necessary as air. Sligtly more necessary than water. No coffee no workee. 'nuf said?
Yes it's eating the enamel off my teeth and sucking the calcium out of my bones. Yes I understand that I could clear a drain, clean my rims and probably build a WMD out of a can of it but if I quit drinking it I would not be fit company for man or beast.
Shoes, purses & earrings
I lump these all into one because I like them for the same reason; I can enjoy them without worrying about what size I am. I don't have to go to a special store and pay twice as much as a thin person would for a pretty pair of earrings. My shoes will still fit me next week if I gain or lose a pound or three. And no purse ever made anyone look fat. It's icing on the cake that they also won't put weight on me. Win/win!
Those are the material things that make my little heart go pitty pat. I know admitting that I actually find value in these things is very much out of style. If this makes me materialistic, it's probably not the worst thing I'll be called today.
I actually have a coworker who once came in from lunch and said "You will not believe what my son wants to buy me for Christmas! He wants to get me some little robot that vacuums the floor! I've never heard such a stupid thing in my LIFE. The day I get too old to vacuum my own house every day I hope someone shoots me in the head". I quietly said "I have three". Of course this is the same coworker who told me that internet dating was pathetic. Have I ever mentioned where I met The Man??
Today's lunch: Campbell's steak and noodle soup.