breaking up is hard to do

I got in my car this morning and felt the sense of mourning.  We were facing a break up, that car and I.

"It's not you," I told her as I pulled away from the house, "it's me."

Her steering wheel squeaked at me as I turned the corner.

"And really it's not even me.  I don't want this.  But it's the situation.  We're just not right for each other any more. If it were different I wouldn't be doing this."

I hit the gas and she took off, showing me that she wasn't blaming me.  She understood.

"You'll find someone who will love you, someone who will be better for you than I am right now."

I opened the center console and removed the garage door opener.  "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask for this back, it already belongs to another.  Please understand.  It's because I love you, that I have to let you go."

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road 
someone's gotta go
and I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
but I want you to move on so I'm already gone.

We had a lot of calls to see that Camry of mine.  And finally a 20 something, sharply dressed man came and paid cash on the spot for her.

I imagine he'll demand that people remove their shoes before getting into her.  She deserves him.  No more sticky candy in the door handles.  No more spilled pop on the carpets.  No more fingers drawing smiley faces on the insides of the windows.

I've already found another.  I don't feel like I belong in her yet... but we'll work on that.

She's gray.  She tows.  She only seats 7, but we have plans to amend that.  She has a lot more gadgets and buttons than the Camry did.

I think I might have to make people take their shoes off before they get in her.  And ban all sticky candy.

I had big plans, big plans I tell you, on blogging about my four days in St. George... but last night I sat down at the laptop, the only computer I own with a card reader, and found that someone (we've narrowed it down to four someones in particular) had lost the little piece that connects my cordless mouse to my laptop.  And the built in mouse wasn't working...


That means no blogging with pictures.  I may or may not be considering buying a new mouse on my way home tonight so I can download my pictures.