When I was a little girl, I wanted a dog so badly I even pretended to be one, but our landlords wouldn't let us have pets. My parents bought their first house, and I still wanted a dog very badly, but they kept telling me that they weren't ready to have a dog, blah blah blah. Eventually I stopped asking, but I still talked about dogs all the time. On Christmas morning, my dad went out to "get the newspaper". I didn't know any better back then, so I didn't suspect anything. When he got back I jumped up to hug him and inside his coat was a squirmy black puppy. She died in 1999 from being hit by a car, but I will always love & remember her. My parents got two more dogs a couple of years ago, and even though I love them, Maxie will always be the dog closest to my heart.
I'm hoping for a (very used) car this year, but it's most likely not gonna happen...even though they're saving so much on college tuition, it is unlikely.
Here's hoping there's a junker out there coming to live with me! I promise I'll treat you nicely and only drive you to school and the yarn store