Saying goodbye.

He was a good car.


Goodbye little Corolla friend. I'll miss you.

Randi took me to see my car (and get my parking pass and license plate) today before the other girl's insurance moves it to their dead-car-graveyard-of-doom later. It was very sad. Plus, the poor little guy was stuck all the way in the corner of the scary, icy lot, all blocked in by piles of snow.

Also, on a hilarious note, the half-empty (maybe half-full?) cup of triple grande espresso truffle was still sitting in my car. The projectile vomit-looking stain was still on the windshield too. It brought a little laughter to the moment.