I’m sitting in a blue, ergonomic office chair in front of a long rectangular, gray laminate desk. We just bought a new (to us) 2004 Honda Element. We were so sure we weren’t buying today, we didn’t bring the checkbook. My husband is driving back to home base right now to get it. Doesn’t the last statement sound much better than, we forgot the checkbook and our new insurance cards?

The Element is silvery gray, our least favorite of all the colors, but since we really we not wanting to buy today, we got a great deal. It’s an empowering feeling to make a silly low ball offer because you just don’t care and have the sales guys play like they’re going back to talk to their manager and every time coming back with prices creeping towards the silly low ball offer. At one time, these exchanges gave me headaches and anxiety. Maybe it’s getting older, getting a little more cash, Lexapro, or just having dealt with this stuff before, but I feel pretty relaxed.