I understand what you are going through with the obsessions on house cars motorcycle etc. I get them too. Right now Im obsessed to buy a car. We cant afford a new car and our credit sucks because of my irresponsibility with money. I ran up all our cards spending money on all kinds of things we didn't need and then cant afford to make the payments. There is a used car dealer in our town who finances cars without checking credit. He usually has a good selection of cars in excellent condition. We have bought from him before. He probably thinks Im a stalker or something the number of times I have been there is the past week. I've got my mind set on buying a Dodge Durango or a Chrysler Town and Country minivan. He had a Durango on the lot Saturday and I harassed my poor husband several times a day trying to get him to go buy it for me. Finally he gave up and went to see about it but it was sold. I about had a panic attack. I went there 3 times today because the guy said he was getting in some cars today or tomorrow. So far not want I want. But I will not let the obsession go. My husband knows there is no reasoning with me when I get this way and he's resigned to getting a car. I will have a new to me car by the end of this week. I've come up with a dozen reasons to get a new car. Even though ours is in good running order and looks nice. Its got 197 k miles on it and its 13 years old. I told my husband we need to replace cause I drive an hour to get to work and I need something that gets better gas mileage (I know A Durango is a gas hog--but I WANT one) and something I wont have to worry about breaking down. I reminded him that over the winter I got stuck at work twice because of snow and if I had a 4 wheel drive I wouldn't have been stuck. Anyway I guess you get the point, Im obsessed. 2 weeks ago I was obsessed with new uniforms for work Im a nurse and where I work we have to wear hunter green or white. I went on a website and bought 9 sets of scrubs in different styles and now Ive got them and since the obsession is gone they all look the same to me and I realize it was a waste of money. I already had work clothes. But I won't send them back because that would be admitting I was wrong to get them in the first place. Ill see my pdoc tomorrow and he'll smile and tell me Im nuts and I just have to learn to live with myself. I'm lucky to have a pdoc that I really like and trust. Unfortunately he is retiring at the end of the year and Ill have to find a new one.