Yesterday was the first anniversary of when I bought my beautiful Prius, Smuggy.
We've been through a lot in the past year: the honeymoon phase, characterized by that new car smell and 46 MPG; the long, dark, windy winter months where we were lucky to break 40 MPG; two license plate crises; spring road trips where we averaged over 50 MPG; and now the old familiar love that comes from knowing how to push all of your lover's buttons.
To celebrate our anniversary, I bought Smuggy a new set of windshield wipers yesterday. It's the car equivalent of buying your girlfriend a new necklace. Then this morning I took Smuggy to a carwash and sprung for the deluxe premium service.
Nothing's too good for my sweet ride.