Timex Women...

We take a licking and keep on ticking. The Timex women in my life have served me notice that they are still around today.

First there was Gypsy, my tortoiseshell cat, demanding that I run fresh water in my vanity sink for her refreshment. Gypsy came into our family in October 2004 as a rescued stray we adopted. She was pretty beat up, starving and scarred when we first met her. But through our love and care, Gypsy has blossomed into the healthy, contented and spoiled queen of the castle she is today.

Then there was MsAdventure, my 2003 Hyundai Elantra. Her demands were a bit more comlicated and a lot more expensive. She began our morning by insisting on a new a new pair of brake pads. The previous pair had been worn down to 0%. While she was in the shop, I ordered her 90,000-mile service as well. Incredibly, MsAdventure's worn out pads were her original brake pads! They endured through over 87,500 miles of travel in just over 3 years. Now that is staying power!

I count myself blessed to be in such company.