An Homage to Rhonda the Honda
When Husband went back to the dealership today to get Suzie Q.'s oil leak checked (nothing major, don't worry -- just some idiot changing the oil and not screwing on something in the right place or some such nonsense), he saw Rhonda there on the lot. Either Darla hasn't come to pick her up or Troy is a lying sack of shit. Husband didn't even go and rub her or speak and for that I may never forgive him.
In this picture, there are numerous personal belongings of mine strapped on top, including but not limited to a floor-model glider rocker (which, by the way, I nearly threw out the window of the nursery the other night because it was squeaking like owl talons on a chalkboard), a bike, and a big bin of books on how to push out babies without drugs (thanks Jen!).
In this picture, Rhonda is parked outside of some closed-down office building and I am in the passenger seat nursing the Tiddy Rat. It literally took us twice the time to drive from Wisconsin to Tennessee due to our inability to cope with his bloody-murder screaming for the ENTIRE 1,011.28 miles. Now, of course, we are accustomed to this melodrama and are quite good at totally ignoring it or putting him in a safe but soundproof place (like our new chicken coop -- don't freak out, he loves it in there ... there's a ceiling fan that he is totally obsessed with and plus we haven't actually gotten the chickens yet and that snake in there isn't poisonous anyway).
Farewell Rhonda. I loved every single one of our 167,421 miles together.
In this picture, there are numerous personal belongings of mine strapped on top, including but not limited to a floor-model glider rocker (which, by the way, I nearly threw out the window of the nursery the other night because it was squeaking like owl talons on a chalkboard), a bike, and a big bin of books on how to push out babies without drugs (thanks Jen!).
In this picture, Rhonda is parked outside of some closed-down office building and I am in the passenger seat nursing the Tiddy Rat. It literally took us twice the time to drive from Wisconsin to Tennessee due to our inability to cope with his bloody-murder screaming for the ENTIRE 1,011.28 miles. Now, of course, we are accustomed to this melodrama and are quite good at totally ignoring it or putting him in a safe but soundproof place (like our new chicken coop -- don't freak out, he loves it in there ... there's a ceiling fan that he is totally obsessed with and plus we haven't actually gotten the chickens yet and that snake in there isn't poisonous anyway).
Farewell Rhonda. I loved every single one of our 167,421 miles together.
posted by Kimpossible @ 5/03/2005 09:03:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:31 PM,
mamabird said…
It's hard to find true friends in this world, and I'm glad that you and Rhonda had each other for a while.
I'd like to think that Rhonda is going on to fulfill a really important purpose in life. Perhaps Darla is an EMT first responder who will drive Rhonda to the scene of emergencies and save lives! Perhaps Darla is a teacher who will use Rhonda's excellent trunk capacity to tote student work back and forth from school!
Then again, I guess it's also possible that Darla is a chain-smoking teenager who will use Rhonda's spacious backseat for seedy and unmentionable purposes.
Sorry, Kim Laden.
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