Good-bye Bruno

Well, the garage sale was a success. I got rid of the stuff I no longer want and people gave me money to haul it away. Who knew? Of course, it was a ton of work to put the whole thing together and I have made the decision to only hold a garage sale each decade. That sounds reasonable, right? In the end, I wasn't able to part with my wax hand creation. I suppose it holds too many memories for me. (Mom will probably pitch it while I'm in Berlin. And when I get back I will thank her for it.)

Speaking of Berlin... I can now afford to rent an apartment without the fear of subsisting on the German equivalent of Ramen Noodles for several months because (imaginary drum roll) I sold my car. That's right, Bruno, my favorite companion and confidant for six years has been sold into the hands of people who used to go to my church. When I was seven. (They thought I should have multiple memories of them...) They came to the garage sale and asked about the sign on my car (which conveniently went on my car immediately before the garage sale.) I let them take it for a test drive. They said they would be back. I went to the YMCA. They showed up at the Y and asked to take it for another spin. (At this point I was a little wary that I would be trapped on the EFX machine if they didn't bring back my key.) They came back to the Y during my stretch and made an offer which I accepted. Today, they gave me a check and I gave them the title and car. Bruno is gone. I am forlorn.

I first got this car as a graduation present from my parents right before I graduated from high school. It has seen me through a lot of moves, tears, and exciting times. When I first got it I remember trying to name the little red Mitsubishi Eclipse, but no name really seemed to encompass the aura of my car. I remember Jason tryng to convince me that it was a girl and now, I think that was the whole problem of the name dilemma. Surely, my car was a boy, a Bruno. You know, Bruno like Logan's last name. (The Baby-Sitter's Club series by Ann M. Martin.) Logan was the cutest thing alive. Remember girls, he was from Luh-a-vul and had dark brown eyes. My first real crush must have been on Logan and now it seems apt that my favorite car be his namesake. Sigh.

In other news, I have now completed 2,400 postcard stamps for a shoe store mailing and I ask you, dear readers (grandma), when you get this card, do not dismiss it was junk mail, read the back and come on in to the store and use that postcard/coupon. And visit with me so I don't have to keep licking stamps.