Over the weekend, Alex visited the space museum with Dad and Uncle Johnny, went to the Jungle (an indoor play place) and saw Charlotte's Web with me, Grandma and Grandpa . Monday we went to IKEA with friends. He is a lot better behaved when we keep him busy. Except? He sat on his sister AGAIN yesterday.
Dave's Jetta is just not selling. We already have it priced below blue book and have ads in Auto Trader and on Craig's List and nothing's working. Dave has been writing the ads all along, but this week I included all of Dave's usual facts and then added:
This was the first new car my husband ever owned and we bought it for him when he graduated from law school. He BABIED it and never even let me drive it once. Instead of breaking it in for the first 3000 miles, he drove it gingerly for the first 10,000 miles (which annoyed me since it meant he wouldn't drive over 70 miles an hour!) The rims he chose and the lowered suspension make it look like a BMW.
We've always loved the car, but we just had our second baby and we need extra room on longer car trips. I bought him an Xterra for his 40th birthday and now we really need to sell this Jetta. Please come see it and make us an offer!
Dave and I keep going back and forth on the letter he needs to send to Washington firms so they will look at his pretty pretty resume and offer him buckets of money to come work for them. Basically, this letter needs to say that he has been a CA lawyer for five years, passed the WA bar exam in 2006, has XYZ experience and that we're looking to move to XYZ City (right now in order of preference: Vancouver, Olympia, Tacoma and finally, as a last resort, Seattle) to get out of California and its ridiculous real estate market. His draft of the letter sounds too formal and stuffy and mine is too talky and casual. What would you say? Help a sister out here.