We’re spending our weekend doing things that one does before a baby lands - moving furniture (cribs! gliders!), replacing bulbs (bizarrely shaped incandescents! Esoteric halogens! If I ever meet this joint’s designer, he will receive compliments and repeated face punches!), and acquiring a safe, efficient vehicle (a Prius!).

Yes, after some test drives, we leased Jeanne a shiny mint-green Prius. It seemed more prudent than her continuing on with the perma-borrowed ‘95 Saturn, which runs great but always seems on the verge of a spectacular collapse.

I can’t tell you if we got a good deal. As a couple, our bargaining skills are less than sub-par. We spent our trip to the dealership rehearsing our various strategies. [”I’m going to write a number on a piece of paper and slide it across the table to you. I want you to cross it out, write a much bigger number, and that’s what I’ll pay!”]

We had some good laughs all the way there, and armed with a little research, we did actually manage to negotiate the price down a bit. Still, my final attempt at hard bargaining ended up somewhat subverted.

DEALER: So, are we agreed on this lease?

ADAM: Knock another ten dollars off the monthly price and you’ve got a deal.

[Dealer pauses, thinking.]

JEANNE (concerned about the dealer’s feelings): It’s okay - he’s kidding.

DEALER: Great!

This was good for some big laughs afterwards, too. And honestly, if Jeanne hadn’t found some way to do this, I definitely would have. [For those of you who think this might be an exaggeration, Jeanne just walked in, read this over my shoulder, and confirmed, “Yup, embarrassingly enough, that’s pretty much exactly how it happened.”]

Still, we now have an environmentally-friendly, 45 MPG, cute-as-hell vehicle, and at least a couple of days left to figure out how to get Fonzie’s car seat into it. My current plan for that is “duct tape.”