You're not even aware you're such a funny pair

In beloved memory of Ethel, this song is to be played with this post:





It is my sad duty to inform all of weird floor that another life has been lost this summer.
Her name is Ethel, she is 19 years old, and she will soon be put to rest for good.


We spent three unforgettable years together. I was so afraid to drive her that I went home crying some days (I blame the teacher though), but she was patient with me and all was well. She escorted me to my first year of college and to many events at all hours of the day. She never protested my impatient driving, and her tiny frame made my life so much easier.

Of course, she wasn't without flaws.

Only two speakers worked.. if she was feeling really good that day. I could lock people in my car because her switches didn't work. The carpets don't stay down. The AC barely puts cold air out. The middle console pops right off. It always took at least five tries before the windshield wipers would even think about turning on, and turning them off could leave them stuck in the middle of my windshield. Pleather seats. The side-view mirrors barely stayed up. Nobody should EVER have to see the acrobatics I have done many times just to close the gas tank. She lacked power steering... leading to some very interesting attempts at getting out of parking spots. Oh.. and who could forget this:

And this:

She was the best first car I could have ever asked for. As it turns out, those loud noises she's been making for a while are very very bad. According to her doctor, the question is no longer IF she will cease to run, but WHEN she will cease to run. She has been deemed too old and too sick to operate.

I am going to retrieve her from the doctor tomorrow, and she will be brought back to my house. She will not accompany me to San Diego next month.

She will be missed.