Dearest Mazda,
Thank you for your many years of good service. You were Steve's first car. You took him back and forth to college. You escorted us on our first date. You took our new little baby Kylie home from the hospital. You had a good run. We have many fond memories of our experiences with you.
Last night you let us down. Your transmission failed you. You almost didn't make it home from downtown. It's okay, we forgive you. But it's time for you to go. Goodbye little Mazda, with your super-glued exterior and wood-pecker trunk sounds. There is a special place reserved for you in the scrap yard.
Love,
The O'Brien's
P.S. You have not been "replaced", we just needed a bigger car. Thank you to Big Daddy, for getting Mama a beautiful blue/green Honda Pilot, with all the extra's. And thank you Kohl's, for making this all possible.
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3 comments:
Oh man, the Pilot is my dream car. I'm so jealous!
I have to agree with Karen. If the Odyssey weren't so utilitarian I would be all over the Pilot. Enjoy it!
Pilots rule!!!!
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