I forgot to post about my beloved, my car. My car turned one year old! Happy birthday Snowbunny!
It snowed on Friday very much like the day that I picked you up. True, it was not the day of your birth, but it was your first day as my car, as my brand new first-time ever bought car from a dealership. The first day I got to take you home it was as if I was walking on a pogo stick. I was elated.
You have always known the appropriate time to break down...mainly the night that I had purposely tried to leave sho's without staying over and ended up staying over as I sat defeated in my car that was totally dead...or the time I parked you by St. Marks and decided to sleep in as opposed to moving you, only to discover the next EVENING that someone had taken a chunk out of your nose...Two signs I suppose. Stay and GO.
Snowbunny has changed so much, squeaking a little every now and then and having a few scratches which for me, is one too many.
I'll try to take better care of you, and park you in safer spots where you do not run the fear of being touched by another automobile.
Happy Birthday my precious!
[To those of you who don't "get it" : So many bloggers post every little anecdote of each of their offsprings lives, including birthdays. Since I have no miniature versions of myself, I only have my car.]
