By Mary Garrison
Itâ€™s been a week of firsts for me, dear reader.
I managed to â€“ somehow â€“ break the driverâ€™s side door handle on my car. Anyone who has known me for any length of time could tell you I donâ€™t always have the best luck with machinery, particularly of the transportative variety. Iâ€™ve been exceptionally lucky with Mickey (my car, because all cars have a personality, and as such, they should have a name). Of course, he joined the family at just 2 years old, and Iâ€™ve tried to take relatively good care of him, so these are all factors in play. However, Iâ€™m afraid, despite decent engine care and maintenance, Mickey is showing signs of age. I suppose itâ€™s only natural; Iâ€™m not exactly easy on a car. My last job in Kentucky put us on the road 80 miles a day, minimum.
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