What's stupid? ME.
In the late 80s, when DH and I got together and got married, he bought a used Bronco. We rode in the Bronco from the chapel to the reception. We've had that Bronco forever.
That Bronco has a history with us. The first time ever in my life that I wrote a check for a car payment was that Bronco. My beloved judge that I worked with rode in it. That Bronco broke down when Thomas and I drove to Minnesota to visit Bob. We were stuck at the Minnesota/South Dakota rest area for an hour and a half waiting for Bob to show up. I hated the thing that day.
We put a new engine in the Bronco in the late 90s. We had planned on keeping it forever. (Yeah, it screams red-neck white trash, but we loved the Bronco.)
A few years ago I bought a new car and Bob started driving the old Subaru. The Bronco got parked in the driveway and forgotten. Not long after my new car, we bought my dad's old mini-van. I never in my life thought I'd have a mini-van. Anyway, four years ago we suddenly had four cars.
I told Bob it could not be. There were only two adults and four cars. Sad as it was, we had to say goodbye to the Bronco and the Subaru.
Four years later, they're still sitting in my driveway. We have fought over this. I have cried, begged, screamed, given the silent treatment, asked nicely *several* times to no avail. I have showed Bob how much money we were wasting on insurance and licensing.
A few weeks ago Bob made a snide remark about my love of eating out and how much money that wastes. I looked him in the eye and said, "Don't you DARE talk to me about wasting money, because you throw money away every month with those cars."
I think that stung, and I know it was the catalyst. Today a man is coming to tow the Bronco away. See, it sat so long that it won't even start. Thomas burst into tears when Bob told him that today was the last day. I was thrilled.
Then I got sad. Goodbye memories, goodbye Bronco.
Bob has assured me the Subaru is next. I think it will take a few days to recover from the Bronco, though.
It's just SO STUPID that I feel melancholy about this! I've wanted my driveway free of clutter for four years, and NOW I'm sad?
At least the neighbors will be happy.
And the kicker: I called Bob and told him I was very sad today and could we please go out to dinner. Bob actually laughed at that and as warped as my request was, he agreed that we needed to get out of the house tonight.