I'm sad. I just drove my sweet wee Buffy car over to its new owner's parking lot. I hope she'll be as good a car for them as she has been for me.
"That's my girl. That's my good girl," I patted her dashboard one last time, and locked her door, and left her there.
Oh Beverly, that's so sad. Isn't it odd how we get attached to things? I still resent that someone else is living in old!house. Now, we wanted to move, and moved to a bigger place (although we'd done a lot of work to old!house and have to do most of it to current!house). But...It's mine. And those *others* shouldn't live there, and big whoop they have a new baby now, I brought two of *my* babies home to that house, and that woman is probably in my kitchen, right now.
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Jilli, not that you'll be buying it, but how much give would the skirt waistband have? (It's 2" smaller than the jacket.)
Or would you only be wearing the jacket?
I am looking at ebay for entertainment, but it is failing me.
Jilli, not that you'll be buying it, but how much give would the skirt waistband have? (It's 2" smaller than the jacket.)
Or would you only be wearing the jacket?
Yeah, I'd only be wearing the jacket. And you're right, I'm not bidding on it. But still! Thierry Mugler suit.
I am where old cars go to die. When they leave me for good, it's generally as donor bits to other cars.
Urg. I just got back from running some errands and...
t rantypants
I understand that sometimes dogs get loose and that they can be tricksy and cunning. However, the neighborhood near my work has loose dogs all over the place. Sweet big dogs. Yesterday there was a beautiful lab outside in the rain and the cold just wandering around. I'd met this dog the week before when he was pointing at bosses little dog as if he were going to retrieve him and I had to run pretty black lab off. I felt horrible. This morning, and a few other mornings, there's been a young cute German shepherd running around in the street, and he's just young and curious enough to get run over.
But this afternoon during errands I was livid. Georgeous red hound dog
in the middle of the main road.
18 wheelers were honking at him. I know he was scared. I literally could not watch, had to pull over to put my hands over my eyes until he'd reached the median. I felt bad about just leaving him and driving back to work because I just knew he'd be back out in the street.
People, if you can't stop the dog from digging his way out of the yard, keep him in the house, or send him to live with people who don't live in the city.
t /rantypants
I just drove my sweet wee Buffy car over to its new owner's parking lot. I hope she'll be as good a car for them as she has been for me.
I have had several cars that I got all sniffly about. My diesel Rabbit with the leaking sunroof. The Toyota Carina with the curling up vinyl roof, the unevenly oxidized paint and the lingering smell of bean salad in the carpet. I've also had a couple to which I said, "Don't let the garage door hit you in the tailpipe on the way out."
Cindy, I just hope she gets driven the way she likes to be, and appreciated for the good car she really is.
We'd had her 11 years, and replaced everything on her--the odometer stopped working at 180,000 miles--engine, water pump, master cylinder, alternator, plus all the window motors, batteries, tires, brakes, struts, & etc. The scary part, as we knew she'd ticked over at least 250,000, was that all those things are coming up on needing replaced again. And the knees just can't take hours-long drives with a clutch anymore, or even just running around town, so it was time for her to find younger owners.
I love my new-to-me '96 Camry, as yet nameless. She's kind to the knees, and a lot more comfortable for long trips or short errands. But she drives sedately, and I'd never thought of myself as sedate.
I didn't take any pictures of Buffy. When we traded our Mercury, I made sure to get pictures. The merc was my parents' car, that I got to borrow on weekends and to drive to school when I needed to. DH and I dated in that car. It had student parking stickers from my high school, and from NCSA and WFU. Since I worked at WFU for a while, it also had a WFU staff sticker on it. We eloped in that car. We bought it from Dad and took it to NJ, and DC, and to Germany with us. It drove on the Autobahn, over tank trails and cobblestone streets with cheerful equanimity. It had a white football with a D in it, for Deutchland, on the rear bumper, and stickers for Merrill Baracks in Nurnberg and Johnson Barracks in Firth, plus a USAEUR lisence tag on it. We brought both kids home from the hospital in that car, and brought it back to the US with us. DH drove it to work at the Tech College, and it garnered another parking sticker before we finally traded it. I hated to see it go--it had DH's and my whole history on it. Now I can't even find the pictures.
WAH! I want a Pirate Duck!
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those puppie pictures killed me, and let up the foul mood I was in when I sat down in front of the computer.
Heather, I freak when I see dogs loose- I always wait until I see that his or her owner has caught up to them before letting them out of my sight.
