Whatever. It gets me where I'm going.

In one year, I will have put about 20,000 miles on my car. That's what happens when you log 100 miles a day driving to work and back. Reason No. 452 to bang my head against the concrete. Reason No. 453 is gas prices. Reason No. 4 is peas. But that is neither here nor there.

I'm also known to let my car about blow up before I decide an oil change is necessary. I'd like to use the excuse that I'm a girl, and therefore it is not my duty to pay attention to such details, but, well, I've tried that. To no avail.

When my parents took my car in for an oil change while I was honeymooning, and the shop told them, "Well, if she'd waited another week, her engine would've blown," it was collectively decided that I'm a moron.

Fair enough.

And today, guess what I did? Of my own volition? I got my car an oil change. And, it gets better, I washed it. A $7 car wash at Fleet Farm. OMG. My car loves me again, despite the two or five times I almost let it run dry of oil and explode.

My car hadn't had a car wash in approximately forever, so it's nice to see that it is actually green. And still a car.

See! Everybody wins!