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Posted April 18th, 2005 by Michelle

Hi!

My name is “thisismysupercutenewJetta!”. Or at least I think it is- it’s what my driver says all the time around me. For a while I thought maybe my name was Lucy, because she says that name all the time too, but that name makes her weepy and I know for a fact that I make her happy.

See?

She parks me so I can see all the pretty flowers she’s been planting lately. I MUST make her happy.

We took a little trip on Saturday to somewhere called “sonoma” where she worked until almost 1 in the morning. I had to be very illuminating that night cuz she was super tired. She was all dressed up, working something called an “auction”. She apparently wasn’t just working; she came back to me with a huge armload of something that she said she won for her brother Sean at the auction. But I’m not allowed to say what it was until May 11th.

We also worked on Friday night, in this same sonoma place, at a winery up in the hills. I’d never seen anything like it!

I’m really glad that this blonde girl is my driver. I don’t know where I was born, but I spent months at the dealership where creepy guys took strange people for drives with me. When this girl walked by me the first time, I was yelling “PICK ME! PICK ME!” but of course she drove the Beetle first. They always do. But then I saw her frowing at a page of numbers, and she looked back at me fondly, and I knew she was the one for me.

She warms me up in the morning, and yesterday she even rubbed off all the icky bugs that were splattered on my headlights. I don’t know why she works so much. We had so much fun on Sunday, which is the only day she didn’t work. We went and picked up a bunch of pretty flowers (and she put sheets down on my backseat so I wouldn’t get dirty- see? She loves me!) and I hung out with her while she gardened all afternoon.

Sometimes at work I see her peek out her second-story windows to make sure I’m okay. I think what she really wants to do is take a long, long drive, far, far away. She knows that I’d take care of her if she did.

I hear her talking to someone in the house, but I never see who she’s talking to. She did say, however, that someone named “Fezzik” had a new nap place.

I think this “Fezzik” person is weird.

Michelle’s going to bed soon, so I better rest, too, so I can safely deliver her to work in the morning. Maybe tomorrow will be the day that we finally go for that long, long drive. But, if not, that’s okay. I’m patient. We’ll get there.