Paris and I have known for months that we have to do something about our car situation. It's time to get some more room. Poor Atticus was crammed between 2 carseats in the Civic's backseat...Roomy! Plus, when we have the kids in the car there's no room for groceries.
(And they INSIST on eating...So inconvenient.)
So we procrastinated. And pondered.
How do you get rid of part of the family?
How do you sell the only car you've bought brand new? The one you got after you graduated college and had a real job where they actually paid you to take vacation? The first car you didn't buy from a relative or out of the paper for $800 or less?
How do you sell the car that you cruised California in as newlyweds?
That you took every weekend on fun getaways?
How do you get rid of the car that brought each of your babies home from the hospital?
The one that each of those babies subsequently locked themselves into at some point? ("Just push that little silver button for Mommy. I know you can do it!")
The car that took you to the opposite corner of the country on a 5-year adventure and then back again?
And then, more practically, how DO you sell a car that looks perfect to you but has 185,000 miles and lots of "love marks?"
Then it came to me in an instant...
You go out with a bang! 
You give your glorious Civic the appropriately dramatic conclusion to 10 years of faithful service. You take a clue from Thelma and Louise and late Friday night you rear-end the heck out of an SUV in the rain. Problem solved.
(Disclaimer: No children, Mommies, or SUV owners were harmed in the making of this blog post.)
Finally, you hold a candlelight vigil the following Monday night and then bid a grateful adieu to an inatimate object you've loved like one of your own. Civic, we'll miss you.
Well, maybe not Atticus.
7 comments:
Wow! So glad you are all okay. I enjoyed the trip down memory lane! I have some similar :)
I loved your post. Except for the crash part. I hope you got something great... Let us know.
You are too creative girl. I miss your blogs, I insist you return to the blog world with a flare!!!!! I know you have tons of free time with your bon bons and feet propped up, so just get that fancy laptop you have sitting around and start blogging away again.
Really, great post, we had a similar car, I got in my first year of nursing school and it made it through Makayla, I gave it back to my Mom after we got a new car and my little brother wrecked the mess out of it soon thereafter. I'm just glad you are okay and have joined the ranks of a mini van family.
Remind me next time that you visit to let you take a spin in our 13 year old van. Of course it's only got 138,000 miles, so we should be good for a little while longer. As long as you don't want to roll down the driver side window, turn on the heater, move the seats forward or open the glove compartment.
Know what this photo reminds me of?
"TO WANDA!!!"
(does anyone else remember that movie?)
Well, I am so glad you were able to figure out and plan such a beautiful end to you civic.
I think our Accord deserves a crash, except it doesn't actually run. And beating it to death seems grotesque. Couldn't something random just drop on it and put it out of its misery? Having someone haul it away to be stripped for parts doesn't impart the necessary dignity.
DANG! I didn't realize you started blogging again, but what a post!
Brought back some memories for me too. I had 3 in carseats in the back of 1980 Celica with one on my lap and the other on a baby seat on the floor flacing me.
What a story you tell.
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