Hell hath no Fury...

So my husband brought home the new 2011 Ford Mustang 5.0, six speed today for lunch. I think I sinned lusting for it. We went for a quick drive around the neighborhood. Here's the thing; my car saw us leave. She was just sitting there in the driveway, watching helplessly as we left in this newer model. Poor Reina, (yes I gave my car a name and yes it is Reina.) How hurt and jealous she must have felt. I will have to reassure her that I still love her and I am not seeing other cars. It was just a ride around the block, nothing more. I am not replacing her. I can never let her know I would seriously consider trading her for the new car if the opportunity arose. What she doesn't know won't hurt, right? I do love her and I depend on her. We have a good relationship; we are comfortable with each other. I know when she gets cranky she doesn't like to signal turns when I push the lever down. Sometimes when she is cold she doesn't like to start. I'm okay with her flaws; I can even accept the fact that her clutch is getting a little stiff in her old age. She knows me really well, too. She knows I like to listen to music really loud and sing off tune. She knows that when I'm cranky I drive too fast. She has even accepted the fact that I have my two-year-old in the back, constantly kicking her in the seat. We have understanding and acceptance, the building blocks of a good relationship. It has taken time and no 5.0 could replace her, at least that's what I'll keep telling her. I suppose I'll make it up to her by buying her a couple gallons of premium and taking her out for a drive. She'll be allright, even if she's mad right now.