okay, so i never officially named my minivan Betsy! but since she has met with an untimely (for me) demise, i figure she deserved the dignity of a name at least.

it seems that everything underneath that could rot out was on the verge of collapse, and given that it would cost more to fix her than she was worth… we decided it was the end. we sold her to a scrap metal place which gave us more in cash than we would likely have gotten on a trade in.

i felt bad leaving her there… but she got me in the end. i stepped out of the van after parking it next to the other vehicles in the scrapyard… into mud up to my left knee.

i took another step, hoping for solid ground, and stepped in mud up to my right knee.

then i fell forward (but not flat on my face!)… my glasses fell off, and Brian was standing there laughing at me. well really, what else could we do but laugh? it was so ridiculous! here we are in this scary scrapyard down by the river, i’m up to my knees in stinky mud, it’s on my hands and face, my glasses are lying on the ground… not the kind of place i usually spend a Friday morning!!

it is, however, the kind of place that Matt Foley might live…

sorry. i just couldn’t resist!