Playing in the Sun (June 2015)
10 years ago
My Elegy to Little White
We had so many fun times
You got to see PA, NJ, DE, VA, MD, CT and NY
Your life was too short
I'm sorry you died so young
Peace be with you, Little White
We had so many fun times
You got to see PA, NJ, DE, VA, MD, CT and NY
Your life was too short
I'm sorry you died so young
Peace be with you, Little White
And now we will start looking for a replacement car. I'm sure none will be as loved as much as the first car we had together as a married couple. I can tell you one thing though, we will NOT be buying a PT Cruiser, which is the rental car we have now.
Bart and I pay a lot for car insurance since we live in Philadelphia and people here are crazy drivers. And our poor little car has needed it. Below is a list of trouble our car (and Bart's former car) have gotten into:
2005: Poor Red gets its drivers' side mirror ripped off
2005: Little White gets rear ended
2006: Poor Red gets its drivers' side mirror ripped off again
2007: Little White scrapes an illegally parked car
2007: Little White has an accident in the parking lot
2008: Little White is mysteriously hit one evening and left with some bad scrapes
2009: Little White is involved in a hit and run
2009: Oh, Little White.... The car doctor will take care of you soon...
P.S. The other driver had no teeth thanks to his crack habit. Unfortunately it wasn't his fault--this time...
Dear Postmaster General,
Hi. How are you? Thank you for bringing me coupons to cool stores and forwarding my mail when I move. This letter is not just a thank you note, but written so I could ask a few questions. Did you put up a camera in my office and record the last 5 months of frustration I have experienced at work? Did you rig my printer to jam when I had to send out a huge mailing last week? Do you know my boss, "Awhhhhhhh Freak Out", I mean, John? Or for that matter, my other boss, P. Head? Maybe you learned that SLF has changed his mind for the 5 billionth time about obtaining CME credit for his precious Anniversary event, which will cause me a lot, LOT LOT of work. Have you been tape recording the conversations Bart and I have on our way home from work wherein I tell him about my day? Or maybe you have just been doing a little snooping through my emails to my mom? Forgive me for asking, but I have to know how on earth you would know that I might need the following brochure: