We said farewell to our car this weekend. It cost us more in maintenance last year than it was worth in resale, so clearly it was time.
Still, this was very hard for me for several reasons. One, I hate spending money. Two, we couldn't find a manual to buy, so we had to buy an automatic. This is way more painful to me than it should be, but there it is. And, three, Chandler was born in that car. It is where I felt like the rockstar of birth. Big sigh.
Since the car had to go, I had to be content with a photo with Chandler in the car. She had no idea why I needed that photo, but she will understand someday. And then Frances needed to participate.
Good-bye, Accord, you were a trooper.
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