I want my old car back.
The car that I could park anywhere because it was small and had enough dings that one more would only add to the patina.
I want my old car back.
The old car that only had one speed, no radio, blue jean seats, and that wasn't all shiny and pretty. The one that French Husband did not go into lengthy discussions about every ten seconds of the day.
I want my old no brain-er, straight shooter. Nobody would steal it, scratched-up beauty… I liked the old car that I gave Chelsea for Christmas in September.
But I do not want to trade the new one for it.
I like my new car. I do not like the attention I have to give it, nor the hyperventilating attention my French Husband gives me because of it.
I mean, honestly, it is not the end of the world that I forgot to lock it last night.
What kind of car do you drive?
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