An Open Letter to my 2003 Chevorlet Trailblazer

Dear Car That Has No Name Because I Don't Name My Cars -

We fought long and hard for you with a very stinky Southern gentleman, and dare I say it was worth every whiff.

And it's not just the 0% financing (although that does help. a lot).

I know you used to be a glorified gig mobile, lugging instruments to and from the local Mississippi bar. You lived the high life, parked up front, cute girls and hot guys breezing by you.

We took you to New Orleans. But what happens on the way to New Orleans, stays somewhere on highway 45, right?

*ahem*

But now, you're a kid mobile. It's not your fault. With two kids, two car seats, and too many toys, you've lost a bit of your sex appeal.

Okay. All of it. I mean you're riding around with a freaking high chair germ cover in your trunk for goodness sakes.

But I still love you. We all still love you. Even your piss poor gas mileage.

Because no matter how you look at it, you're not a minivan.

And that's a very good thing.

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Comments

[dana]

Hey Kristen, I think there's a bad link to you on the PBN page -- just wanted to let you know.

And I love your humor...

Tell me more about this trip to New Orleans? Did you flash your high beams, too?