Gunter

Josh and I bought a car yesterday. His name is Gunter, and he’s a 1983 VW GTI. We’re going to be rolling in style…once we get him to work. Josh drove him home after meeting with the seller last night, and the car DIED the minute he pulled up! We had friends over last night, and we joked, “At least Josh didn’t have to bother to turn off the car!” Thankfully, the company who last worked on the car will look it over and hopefully fix it for free.

Last night Josh and I had pizza at our house with our to-be married friends. One of the couples is getting married next month, and the other will be married two weeks after that. Last weekend, Josh and I accompanied them to a bridal festival at the Phil Long Expo. We sampled cookies, and I wanted to swim in the glorious chocolate fountain. After that, the girls browsed perfumes at Dillard’s while the guys explored the shoe section. I’m in love with Dior’s J’Adore, but images of Charlize Theron pop in my head whenever I smell it.

The house is so quiet now that my sisters have been gone for a week, but the new peace in the house has inspired me to finally paint our front room. I start my weekend class tonight, though, so we’ll see when I can squeeze the painting in.

Get well soon, Gunter.