Tatyana is in shock — before today she’d never once purchased a car. Because Russian princesses don’t buy cars — their wealthy, adoring husbands buy cars for them as a birthday gift, or their employers give them snazzy, spotless, brand-new vehicles to drive as a business perk. It’s important for Tatyana to project a certain flush, well-tended aura, you see. Which I understand, knowing her Russian attitude and all. Me? I’ve always been a rumblehog type of guy, and always will be. Best way…hell, the only way to get around.
Tatyana’s car hunt, in any event, is why I didn’t post much today. We started early this morning — all the papers had been signed by 3 pm.