Au revoir cursed car

It turns out our car has more problems than just the flat tire. So many problems, actually, that we have to buy a new car. Luc took it in this morning to get the tire fixed, and it appears that our car also suffers from a myriad of mechanical deficiencies....lots of car stuff that I don't understand. The only thing that I understand is this: we are in no place to be buying a new car. I feel broadsided, and if you'll allow me to be melodramatic for a minute here: it's like spraining your ankle and going to the doctor - and then you get her to check out your sore throat too, you know, because you're already there. And then the doctor wraps up your ankle and says, "oh yeah, that sore throat - it's more than just that, turns out you have a week to live." And now, I will suffer through the man's equivalent to dress shopping: car shopping. Used car shopping. But I'm sure to get some good stories out of this.