To My Car
I know I could have treated you better, and that sometimes I complained about you. I didn’t mean to be neglectful or abusive. I missed you so much when we were apart. I couldn’t do without what you gave to my life, so I ran around town with a hot newer model for a while. But it just wasn’t the same, and I was thinking of you the whole time. I love you. Let’s never be apart again, okay?
Seriously, I’m really glad to have my car back, and was pleasantly surprised to find that they gave it a minor detailing when they did the repairs. Which I will have done on a semi-regular basis now (detailing, not repairs). The Charger wasn’t nearly as fun as I’d hoped, though of course it wasn’t the model with the HEMI or anything remotely sporty. It did have satellite radio, which was cool because they had a techno station… but it also cut out all the time. Major no-no — rule #1 of music listening is Thou Shalt Not Interrupt The Groove.
In other news, my aunt seems to have found me on Facebook. After seeing my profile picture…
…she sent this message: “This is your Aunt Lynn let me know if you will add me to your facebook? P.S. What are you doing in that picture??? Uncle Bruce wants to know.” I’m not quite sure how I should answer this question. Though I will toss into consideration any hilarious suggestions that I receive.