It's been awhile since my last post, but it is not for lack of material I assure you. Life has been rather hectic around the Wonton Palace and over the last couple of months we have applied for passports (had one application rejected for insufficient birthing information; his, not mine), gone round after round with bloody military medical crap (for lack of any worse terminology at the moment), traveled north to Ohio for The National Needlearts Association tradeshow (Kristy had a garment featured in a fashion show - view it
HERE), traveled to the great state of SC (Kristy cleaned out her childhood closet since her folks are moving into their new home before we leave in November), been honored with an award for outstanding squadron support (Mason), taken up one new hobby (Kristy has selected
hoopdancing as her workout path of choice), and last, but certainly not least...we sold a car.
In the quest to downsize, it was decided we should eliminate not one, but both vehicles. One down and one to go - woohoo! The story of the first vehicular elimination is a great one and a God-thing if ever there was one.
I was to spend two wonderfully hot and humid weeks in my home state of South Carolina (I optimistically regarded it as means of preparation for my upcoming life in the south Pacific). Whilst I was away, I told Mr. Wonton that if he could get the Honda sold before I returned, that would be awesome. Having a second vehicle is a nice luxury, but one I am definitely willing to part with, permanently, if I have anything to do with it.
Mr. Wonton took seriously to the task before him and within days he was prepared to put it on the base lemon lot. All of us military folk know that it isn't really as bad as it sounds, it's just a funny name for the car lot which graces most, if not all bases worldwide. People come and go along with their cars; some of those cars are extremely nice cars (like the brand new '10 Mustang purchased at an exorbitant interest rate by the young airman who arrives on base only to find out a few weeks later that he's being shipped off to the sandbox for 6 months). And some of the cars are more like my precious little '02 Honda Civic...100,000+ miles, knicked paint job, scratched tire rims (previous owner, not me), dented trunk (Mr. Wonton's driving prowess, not my own), and one fender well still holding strong 3 years later after having been reattached miles from home on the side of the road with, get this, a single piece of yarn from my Macguyver Knitting bag (that one was all me and I will proudly claim it). It certainly wasn't the nicest car on the lot, but it would serve well a first-time driver and that's exactly what it's 3rd life is.
It sat on the lot for a grand total of twenty minutes (about the length of time it took for my Mr. Wonton to drop it off, grab a ride home with a friend and make to the front door). He barely made it home when his phone began to ring with interest. So he drove back to base, met with the guy, who was looking for a car for his newly-driving daughter. They drove it around for about an hour, haggled price (I'm so proud of Mr. Wonton for sticking to our agreed upon price point) and within hours, the deal was settled.
Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes! The man who bought the car was a prior military man himself turn pastor. His budget was right along with what we were looking for, but still above our lowest settling point. He was happy, we were happy...a whole lot of happiness in Wonton land. We couldn't have asked for a smoother sale to a better person.
As for vehicle #2, the '99 Corolla has been with the Mister for a long time and he is beyond partial to it. The glove compartment still smells of pizza on a cold day when the heater is turned up, hearkening back to his pizza delivery-boy days. Hello Papa John's! Hopefully, one of the young airmen in his troop at work is making preparations to purchase it before we depart. That is, if he doesn't wreck it first. See, the kid has never driven before. ever. The one time in his life that he did, he wrecked and totaled the car. So, my compassionate, philanthropic-husband has taken it upon himself to teach him how to drive.our only remaining vehicle.that's a stick-shift.on a military base.by himself.at no charge.without PPE. At least my Mr. Wonton has his Will made out. I just wish he would get a pre-nup or something along the lines of a Macy's clause that states, "You break it, you buy it." And have the kid sign it. in blood. I'm just saying.
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