It's not You. It's Me

Dear Tanya Tahoe,
Thank you for hauling me and my precious cargo all over creation for the last two years.
Thank you for holding your tongue through the many spilled Sonic teas, ground in Goldfish, and various sundry other snack foods that littered your lovely beige colored carpet.
Thank you for the kind warning when my front tire was gushing air as I flew down I35.
And, thank you for helping me bully my way through Austin, TX traffic.

I am sorry I did not wash you more.  And I am sorry about all the spilled teas and snacks.  But, such is the life of a mom's car. 

You're still beautiful albeit dirty.  And while I wouldn't call you "high maintenance" exactly, I just don't feel like this relationship is working anymore.  Seriously, it's not you. It's me.

I know I told you I was from the country and like driving trucks.  Turns out I only like to drive trucks occasionally.  I am more of a zip around town girl.  You're more of a guzzle some gas and take your time kinda gal.  Which is fine- we're just on different pages here.  Like I said, it's not you- it's me.

I doubt we'll ever see each other again and I am beginning to get the feeling that that suits you JUST FINE.
If it isn't too painful, look me up on FB.  Maybe we can still be friends- although, I feel like I should tell you that I've met someone.... her name is Penny Pathfinder.  Try not to take it too hard if you see her.  She's black, just like you.... with beige interior... just like you.

But, I swear: It's not you!  It's ME!

I wish you all the best with your new owner.  Maybe you'll get lucky and an ole bitty will buy you!
Love,
Renee

PS- Please remember our confidentiality agreement! Man, if those leather seats could talk!