GlossyVeneer

Dear Neon,

I realize you’ve had a tough time this past six months with this and this happening. But I really don’t think I’m asking too much of you. It’s not like I’m asking you to race the Indy 500. Hell, I’m not even asking you to drive on the interstate. All I’m asking is that you get me around town without breaking down in the middle of the aisle in the Wal-Mart parking lot when I’m in a hurry because it is my anniversary and the spouse and I have plans to go get overpriced, mediocre steaks for dinner.

So let’s make a deal, okay? You keep running and gettting me around town to go to work, run simple errands and get to the gym for the next two months and after that I promise to put you out of your misery. Or at least out of my misery. I’ll send you off to car retirement, or into the hands of some teenager. Whichever option presents itself first.

It’s not your fault the Chrysler Corporation built you wrong. All I’m asking is that you stop breaking on me for at least two months. Then I’ll leave you here so you don’t have to face the heat of The Vegas and you can live out the rest of your years playing car shuffleboard with other vehicles in the car retirement village, okay?

Sincerely,
Jill

Today is my anniversary. Kevin and I have been married for 4 years and we dated 4 years before we got married. I can hardly remember a time in my life where I didn’t have him and I don’t want to imagine a life without him. He is my best friend, my therapist, my accountant, my chef, my love, my everything.

Except my contractor, electrician and handyman. I’ve gotta hire someone to do those things!

Happy Anniversary Kev.