Let's Go Outback Tonight.
The car overheated and it was going to be $873 to fix whateverthefuckitisthistime, so we carefully drove it over the bridge to the Cherry Hill Subaru dealer and put it to rest.
I felt as if I was taking the old but loveable cat who has tumors and peed on the carpet every three weeks to the vet to put her to sleep. I was actually a little wistful about it as I saw the flatbed come and take it to its final resting place. Subaru was even generous enough to give us a Ben Franklin in trade-in value.
We bought a two year old Outback with 11,000 miles owned by a 93 year old man. It is in pristine condition and is 'Metallic Deep Bronze', though some may call it 'brown'. It is functional, ever so slightly sporty and RELIABLE. Me likey. Old Man also pimped it out with one of those Put-It-In-Reverse-And-Go-Beep-Beep-Beep sensors and rubber thingies on the door edges so you don't nick your car when you throw the door open with your good leg. And it has a cargo rack on the roof- presumably for the handy Rascal, but we can use it for Billy bookshelf system transport just as well.
Now, the question is, which bumper stickers will go where?
I need to save my material for another post, so I will tell you about the Canary cupcake eating contest tomorrow!