I don't really know how I can express the love and gratitude my heart holds for you today. We don't often interact, in fact, for the last 1 1/2 years you've been residing untouched in the hubs' shed. Sometimes, the hubs and I will look at you and remember why we bought you in the first place. Do you recall? It was when Macie was 10 weeks old, pooped in my brand new car, and walked it all over the back seat. Oh, the memories. You've moved with us from Florida to Virginia and have stayed in that dark shed through record snow storms, nor 'easters and unyielding summer heat. Many cleaners would have given up by now, but not you. You've been waiting around for when I would need you again, and today, Oxy (can I call you that?) was your day.
When I left work today and noticed a funny smell in my car, I had no idea what it could be. Soon, it was apparent. You know that stenciling project I've been slaving over? You know that quart of green paint I bought for it then decided I didn't need? Well, I think that paint had it out for me. It spilled half of its contents across my passenger seat. Oxy, I had a puddle of paint on the front seat of my car. I didn't know what to do. Worse off, how was I supposed to tell the hubs? He despises that I keep a messy car.
In my moment of sheer panic and crisis, I had no idea how I would clean the mess. I tested a few options. Paper towels just spread it around. A scrub brush and water just made it worse. I needed something stronger. Then you dawned on me, Oxy. You, brought light into my life when I all I had was
Through two hours and four rolls of paper towels, you stood by me as we soaked up that paint until the sun went down, literally. Together, we cleaned my car until no one could ever tell a trace of paint had fallen on that gray fabric. Oxy, I truly believe that if we can get through this, we can get through anything. Thank you for standing strong with me and still working though you've sat in that shed for so very long. Thank you for not poisoning me with toxic fumes, but most of all, Oxy, thank you for saving my marriage. Because had you not worked, I'm fairly certain Paul would have left me.
Farewell my love. I will miss you, but I hope we don't meet again soon.