New Baby, Old Car

The entire weekend of the 12th and the 13th I spent with my hand on my best friend's belly. Her daughter was kicking, ready to get out. Most of the pregnancy was spent with my poor friend on bedrest, Missy Lynn was impatient to arrive, but it was too early. Then, finally, it was safe for her to have her baby anytime. So, Sami being impatient to hold her daughter in her arms, decided she needed some raspberry leaf tea, which is rumored to help induce labor. We bought it, drank tons of the stuff as we wandered the mall all day. It must have worked, because just last weekend, her baby arrived. I spent all of that weekend in and out of the hospital, then in and out of the children's hospital where her daughter was in the NICU. I had her twelve year old son with me all weekend, and I got him off to school Monday morning. My sister took over after that because I work for a living and had to get back to it. I used an entire tank of gas in two days going from the children's hospital to Sami's home and back again numerous times. And let me tell you, that baby is the sweetest baby to ever grace the face of our earth. She has the perfect shaped nose, hair like her brother's, soft and light, and lots of it. She has such little toes, hands, her little ears. So sweet. I held her today after work as she slept on my chest. I didnt want to let her go, but had to eventually because I wanted to make it to my sister's house in one piece. I slept two hours last night, and I knew that any moment I was going to fall asleep on my feet. I had to say goodbye to my car last night. I spent tons of money on it, it was my second home. That car was made for me, his name was Sir Robin the Brave. Is it weird to cry over a car? I bawled, I felt like I was losing my best friend instead of having my car towed to a scrap yard. I think the tears started when my very tactful dad said,
"You don't have to clean it out, their just going to crush it."
Gee, thanks dad. Just the image I wanted burned in my brain. My very beautiful Taurus, my trusty friend who got me from Washington state to Missouri a few years back, that got me to and from work for years, that took me on all my shopping trips to the mall, especially in the dead of winter with no heater, etc....crushed into tiny bits of useless glass, metal, rubber, etc....scraps....
I could have fixed him if I'd had two thousand dollars...I don't. My life is over...
Moving on....
I've got nothing...