Hello, friends! I write you today on the heels of a slightly traumatic conversation with my mechanic. He used the words, “trade her in” and “time to start looking.” AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I have had my car since I was 20 years old.
She’s taken me all over these United States and up and down the East coast a number of times. She’s seen festivals, campgrounds, mountains, and oceans. Been to weddings, funerals, and events galore. She’s lived in New Jersey, Virginia, Maryland, and Georgia. She’s been dressed up real nice too.
This month marks her sixteenth birthday, and I do not take the mechanic’s words of advice lightly. I guess we all get old- our cars too. I just happen to be particularly attached to mine. Looks like Adam Price and I are going to have to sit down and have a serious heart to heart about this matter. Send good car survival vibes, please- along with car hunting skills. Boo.
In food news…we scored VIP tickets to Taste of Atlanta last weekend and had ourselves a little ball.