Mmm... Fuzzy

Are you ever ridiculously happy about something that is your Personal Little Secret, and you don't tell a soul but everyone notices and says things like, "Well, you seem mighty chipper today," and you're like, "Who... me?"

Yeah, I bet you do. Not me, though...

Moving on: my poor Jasper. Jasper is my car, and I named him the day that I decided to keep him (not the day I met him... or the day I decided to buy him; I'm too non-committal for that sort of thing). I have loved and cherished Jasper in the "I am definitely willing to get your oil changed, more or less on time" sort of way. Jasper is my friend. He usually (ahem) prevents me from getting pulled over with his jolly-good-natured sedan self, and he has never, ever, caused me any trouble.

But... I'm getting the feeling that Jasper is feeling like the red-headed stepchild here, and I'm realizing that maybe I have been the Bad Girlfriend (Evil Stepmother?) in this situation. I mean, maybe I have done too little and expected far too much out of the poor little guy.

I have a grabby clutch. Heh. Ok, anyway, so this grabby clutch has grown noticeably... grabbier... lately, and I have decided To Fix It. Yes, this is my mission, I am going to teach this grabby clutch to keep its little hands to itself, and in researching what I need to know in order to do this thing I have noticed... other things. As in, a mysterious leak. But no need to panic! According to my handy research manual I have learned that a leak is NOT necessarily a life-threatening ordeal. In fact, its repair could be quite simple, with only minimal wear-and-tear on the bodily system and necessitating mere minutes of one's time. This is good!

This is good. But now I wonder, what else? What greater evidence of my mistreatment is lurking for me under this mysterious blue hood? Can I still rebuild this relationship? Or have I officially Pissed Jasper Off? Will he ever love me again? Am I perhaps taking this metaphor too far?

One can only wonder.