My husband is car crazy. Ever since I met him, he's bought three cars, two of which are still in our possession. The white Accord is a 1994 SV4, an old junk that he picked up from one of those old Nissan showrooms (someone brought it in to trade it in for a new car) and since then he's called it his 'first wife'. I'm the honourable mistress, apparently, cos Mrs Accord SV4 is his first love.

So yah, I live with this sort of stuff, especially the ongoing affairs with upgrading the car. I think the upgrades to the car by now surpass the original price of the junk. I'm sorta okay with it, because it doesn't quite intrude into my space, well, not usually, sometimes Eric gets on my nerves, and right now, my husband isn't exactly Mr Awesome, because he *bloody* transported this *fucking* piece of dirty junk into my kitchen area! And now I HAVE to live with it until he find himself 'a reliable' paint person to get it sprayed 'just the way I want it'.

Wahlau my siao husband bought this home