I have married a man who trades objects quickly. If you don’t like something; sell it, trade it, scrap it, and get a new one. It’s a great theory when your old computer breaks and you want to use the money towards a new one… or you don’t like the lawn mower you purchased (used) so you trade it for a different one. This especially applies to our cars. J is always saying “Everything I own is for sale”, (with the exception of his wife’s stuff). Vehicles, and items, are always rotating quickly through our home.

Our current sale item is the red/black/green pickup, which I’ve dubbed “LadyBug”. LadyBug moved me from Kentucky to Alabama, with only two calls to a tow truck. LadyBug and I have a very love/hate relationship, where I’m normally hating the truck. It seems to have left us stranded often. Including a trip we made with a ton of rocks in the bed where we had to walk a mile home to get the spare tire. It’s also left J and his dad stranded late at night, while J was also suffering from a recent concussion.

Although I will be glad to see LadyBug go, I will be sad to be losing GaterBait’s favorite vehicle. Like all things “GB” she showed her love in a weird way… like puking in the cab of the truck while J made one of the many trips from Alabama to Kentucky. But she must have loved the truck, because any time the doors were left open, she’d crawl up inside and sleep on the bench seat. Her adorable little fuzzy tail leaving hairs all over J’s seat, which he’d complain about on his pants later.

It is a sad thing but this week we are saying goodbye. Goodbye LadyBug- The truck that although left us often stranded, bonded our marriage so that we can survive any car catastrophe. Goodbye LadyBug- GaterBait’s often outside bed, in which she loved to curl up on in the sunshine. I hope you are replaced with a more (reliable) memorable truck, although your legacy will be hard to live up to.