Hi, guys. This is my buddy. His name is Yoshi. We’ve had him since I was 10. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. I’m probably going to find out, unfortunately, very soon. So. If you have any good thoughts to spare for him, we’d appreciate it — we just want him to be happy and pain-free.

Hi, guys. This is my buddy. His name is Yoshi. We’ve had him since I was 10. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him. I’m probably going to find out, unfortunately, very soon. So. If you have any good thoughts to spare for him, we’d appreciate it — we just want him to be happy and pain-free.

Behind rear driver's side window

Behind rear driver's side window

Front driver's side door

Front driver's side door

Hood

Hood

Rear window

Rear window

Below rear window next to rear wiper

Below rear window next to rear wiper

This is “after.” And this is why I went out and washed the damn car at 9:30 in the morning when it was 40 degrees out. (Yes, believe it or not, this is an improvement. I swear there is dirt on this car that is going to survive a nuclear war.)

Behind rear driver's side window

Behind rear driver's side window

Front driver's side door

Front driver's side door

Hood

Hood

Rear window

Rear window

Below rear window next to rear wiper

Below rear window next to rear wiper

I washed my car today. This is what it looked like “before.”

He’s dignified, you know.

He’s dignified, you know.

I must taste like chicken.

I must taste like chicken.

Because I hadn’t posted a picture yet: yes, I own it, and no, you’re not surprised. (Thanks, Pam! ♥)

Because I hadn’t posted a picture yet: yes, I own it, and no, you’re not surprised. (Thanks, Pam! ♥)