something else for about a year now. Wednesday night Jon and I were sitting on the couch together taking a rare couple of minutes to just talk. He told me he had secured a buyer for the Grand Prix. I was really happy for him, and then said, "I guess I'll have to say goodbye." As you can imagine, this car and I have been through quite a lot together - 10 years of a lot. Jon paused and then said, "The deal is done. It's gone." Whoa! I didn't know how to respond. Ultimately I'm super thankful this all happened without me having to lift a finger, but my car is gone, and I didn't get to say goodbye or take my picture with it to document our ten year plus relationship. I was thrilled to hear that my car is going to a young girl about the age I was when I got the Grand Prix originally. I know they'll be great together.Oh well, my husband is totally thrilled with his new car. Four doors are fabulous when you're dealing with a Brighton and a carseat. By the way, it's a Chevy - go figure.











