Thank You Babe.

I'm still not over the fact that some thieving swine stole my car. I thought I would be over it by today but I guess I'm pretty much attached to that car. After all, I've been driving that car as long as I can remember and while it may have been an old car, it did serve me well.

Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk as Mrs. Spiffy would say. At least they just stole the car while we were not around and didn't like ambush us at knife point or something. We could always buy another car though that would put a serious dent in my finances.

But I depend on my car to make a living so I guess I'm going to have to spend some money to figure out how to get a new car soon. And I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Mrs. Spiffy for being such a supporting pillar of strength in my dark hours of depression when I first discovered my car was lost.

Thank you honey for the words of comfort and the peace you gave my jumbled mind. If it wasn't for you, I'd be so much worse off and as cheesy and corny as it may seem to the rest of you, I'd like to say that I love you from the bottom of my heart, honey :D