For about a decade, my Mom had a Toyota Prius. She absolutely loved it and I got to drive it from time to time. Sometimes, I'd meet up with her midway between my North Carolina home and her South Carolina home and I'd swap my GMC Yukon, loaded down with my kids and our clothes for the weekend. Then I'd get to drive the Prius around, visiting clients on the way to reunite with them in South Carolina. I loved scooting around in that little thing and set my sights on owning one someday.

Well, it finally happened. I recently became the proud owner of a cute, pearl white Prius and I couldn't be happier. There were nine miles on it when I drove it off the lot and two days later, there were 400 miles on the odometer. Funny thing is, half of the "free" tank of gas the dealership put in still remains. I'm in love.

I know what you're thinking. "But you're supposed to be a successful benefits broker. Can't you afford anything better than a Prius?" Trust me, with the abuse I put my work car through, I can't be trusted with a car worth any more than this. It's just not a good idea. After all, I'm not my buddy David Contorno, with his big, fancy car and his personal driver.