Monday, Monday!

Mica and I are not friends right now. We are not exactly on speaking terms today. She let me down when I needed her the most; on a Monday, when I was late, and in need of her support. Real friends don't do that! Real friends don't give up on you!

Ok, so technically I probably shouldn't refer to my car as my friend, but I think it gives her the motivation she needs to run smoothly for me. I say nice things to her, wash her frequently, keep her interior clean and praise her performance in front of strangers. You might think I'm crazy, but it's worked for me...until now. This morning I walked out to my garage and clicked my key fob to unlock the car and unload the piles of necessities I was hauling into work. Nothing happened. No little clicks. No interior lights turning on. No happy greeting from my little blue friend. In vain I attempted to unlock the doors several more times before fishing out my cell phone and dialing my husband. Four rings and a voicemail later I gave up and went back into the house, discarding all of my belongs onto the kitchen table and landing myself on the couch to set to work. I was going to look up how to unlock my doors without my key fob! Trusty Interweb here I come! I googled, and I yahoo'd to no avail, and with much frustration tried my husband again. This time he answered (which I'm sure he's now very sorry that he did) and suggested that I *gasp* unlock the doors with the key! What?! What is this key he speaks of? The only way I know how to unlock my car is with that tiny button with the padlock symbol on it. You mean to tell me that you can open the doors with that pointy thingy that turns in the ignition??

Yes, I was a little irritated that he made this suggestion and here's why. I had, in fact, considered opening the door with the key. However, my experience with previous cars has told me this: You may be able to unlock the door, but you won't be able to start the car. I wasn't about to set off any type of anti-theft system that may be installed on my previously owned beauty! But, like a good wife, I submitted to his request and was able to open the door. I sat down, hope filling my heart, and turned the key in the ignition. Silence. Agh! Grrrr! Where is AAA when you need them?

Rusty agreed to come home, and upon his arrival discovered that my key fob was not the problem. Mica was dead. No lights, no sounds, no happy little engine. You see, Mica is not as fancy as Stella (that's my husband's beautiful and fancy MazdaSpeed). Her lights don't turn off all by themselves at the end of a long day. And when we returned home with Mica last night we forgot to shut off her lights, draining all the life right out of her sweet little battery. Tear. So even though some may say that it's not her fault that she let me down this morning, I'm not so sure. The months of winter sand have piled up on her floor matts, there are dust bunnies the size of Peter Rabbit hopping around in the back seat and we let our dog tramp his muddy little paws all over her clean, black interior. I think she's upset. I think she's getting even.

Tonight we will make it better. We will charge her battery, literally with that nifty black box my husband will attach to her, and figuratively, with a vaccuum, a wash and a few words of encouragement.