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Betty Has Left The Building

I said goodbye to my sweet Betty tonight. Betty is my Jeep Grand Cherokee that I have had for the past 8 years and I loved her. I still love her. But sadly Betty needed some repairs that were pretty spendy so I started looking at other vehicles. Why is it that I felt like I was cheating on her by looking at other vehicles?? When discussing other vehicles I would talk softly and tell Steve to lower his voice so she wouldn't hear us talking about her fate - silly, I know. 

I blame Disney and Pixar for making me think that cars have feelings. Maybe they do, but one thing is for sure - I have feelings and I am sad that Betty no longer belongs to me. 

And yes when I left her at the dealership, I cried. I am still crying. Our poor sales guy didn't know what to do with me. 


Here's something weird about me, well here is another thing that is weird about me. Those of you that know me, know that quite a few weird things are going on in this brain of mine, but this one is weird and eccentric.

When I get rid of a car, I put on the brightest red lipstick I have and I kiss the inside of the vehicle somewhere that I believe no one will ever look or clean. 

Betty was no exception to that rule. 

I kissed her with obnoxious red lipstick and did it in the most inconspicuous place. I want her to know that I love her and I want her to carry a piece of me with her wherever her travels take her.


If anyone ever finds this lipstick print, I am sure that someone will have a lot of questions and someone else will have to try to explain it. Good Luck to them. I have done this very thing in my BMW, my Ram 1500, my Crossfire, and now my Betty.



The thing I don't get is why the hell am I so emotional over a CAR. 

A CAR for Pete's sake. 

I am crying as I write this even though I have a brand-new Jeep now sitting in my garage. A brand new Jeep that I named "Dave".

So without further ado...everyone, meet Dave. 




Dave has replaced Betty and I am still not sure how I feel about it. Dave is pretty badass, but he is far from the luxury I had with Betty.

I guess since graduating Nursing school and getting into a new career, I felt that I needed a newer, "funner" vehicle. 

Enter Dave. 

I will have Dave for the next 3 years (I leased him - just in case he and I don't get along as famously as Betty and I did) and then will either buy him or trade him in on something else.


Obviously with a hidden red kiss.
💋

Godspeed Betty, and Welcome Home Dave.  


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