Life throws those curve balls, right?
Looks like I'm moving and buying a house in a new state, thanks to the affairs of love and all that jazz.
The good news is, we have a "pre-nup" (that's a joke) agreement already that I get my car. I think it's a good sign that after thinking about it for a second, her response was "ok, as long as it's a convertible". Enough said.
