no more frozen car doors

So I've been complaining telling you about my car.  The one that features car doors that freeze and then spontaneously fly open while I'm driving?

Well, today marks the end of an era.

We got a different car.

Not a new car.

But it feels new to me.

I can't tell you how excited and happy I am to drive a car that features car doors that do not freeze.

But I am kind of sad.

My old car, affectionately known as "The Beast", still runs.

I feel like I'm putting my childhood cat to sleep because I got a new kitten.

Wait, that's not a very good analogy, because I really don't like animals & that wouldn't really bother me too much.  Go ahead, judge me.

Let's try again.

I feel like I'm telling my old best friend that I don't like anymore that I have a new, much cooler, best friend.

Relieved not to have to deal with the old, pain-in-the-butt friend, yet sad because there is so much history there.

The Beast has witnessed laughter, tears, fights, sing-a-longs, and has carried us safely across many miles.

My kids came home from the hospital in The Beast.

I have eaten approximately 44,000 french fries in The Beast.

37 of which are still probably under or in the seats.

I'm also sad because now I won't be able to blog about my crappy car.

Maybe my new car will be a lemon.

Wait, I take that back.  Don't want to jinx myself.

New car, if you can hear me, I think you are awesome.  Nobody cares if you aren't brand new.  You're new to me and that's all that matters.

Now don't break down on me.

Or I'll send The Beast to find you and beat you up.

Wait, how did this post turn into a pretend conversation ending in a threat made to an inanimate object?