Car Lot Church (part one)
My wife and I are about to replace her vehicle. Not immediately, as in I-need-you-to-tell-me-about-the-sweet-deal-on-your-ride replacement, but eventually, as in we’re-going-to-talk-about-it-for-the-next-eight-months-and-then-maybe-make-a-decision replacement. Which is why I was horrified on Saturday when she suggested that we...