The Cold Hard Truth

So first I wanted to blog about my awesome free online read I have going on over at the Harlequin site – The Nerd Who Loved Me. I figured everyone needed a shot of a hot dentist (pun totally intended) and the girl he drooled (again, intended) over as a gawky teen, but then I remembered that I’m blogging here today and at the Superromance blog, so y’all got a reprieve…or maybe you might think I totally denied you good stuff with refusing to tell you about my fun little sexy story. Never fear, you can still read it if you pop over to Http://www.harlequin.com and click on Community (far right side).

But I guess I’m bummed because there was a neighborhood association meeting tonight for our community of Long Lake and they had a guest speaker – a policeman. And what he had to say pretty much popped the Talley’s bubble. SO this is it. No more golf cart.

Now, I know it’s not the end of the world, but here’s the deal. This past year, we got us a pretty, shiny blue golf cart with headlights and a back seat so we could toodle around the neighborhood, driving our kids to people’s houses or picking up at the bus stop. On occasion, the husband and I pour a glass of wine and let the dogs ride along as we tour the neighborhood, talking about who is doing a good job with their yard and who needs to have a little more work done on the flower beds. Nothing better than wheeling around, spending time talking to each other and stopping to visit with neighbors.

But enter the kids and teenagers, roaring around, not paying attention to where they are driving, acting like veritable morons.

Yep, those little *(&%*(@** ruined it for us all.

There have been complaints (legitimate ones) and grumping and all out positioning on the golf cart issue, and tonight it culminated with the cold, hard truth – they are illegal on the streets.

Hmmm…wish I would have known that 10 months ago when we spent several thousand dollars to buy a golf cart. So needless to say, the husband is peeved, the kids are sad and if the dogs understood what just happened, they’d probably beg to take a dump on the grumpy old neighborhood association president’s lawn. Talley’s are not happy, but what can you do? My neighbor says to wait a few weeks for the police patrols to die down and then move on, business as usual. Maybe, but the rule follower in me says that won’t work. Because now it’s no longer enjoyable. Now we can’t relax and feel the wind in our hair as we watch the sun set over the lake, cruising in our sweet little golf cart. Now we have to watch our backs for the po-po.

Damn, but the cold, hard truth ain’t fun.

So have you ever made a dumb purchase (that you thought was wonderful but turned out to be a lemon)?