Can a chihuahua fly?

I am going to out myself in this post, not a sexual outing ( although that might be fun, where would 0ne go on one of those do you think?) but an open admission and confession to being the most appalling snob.
The car, yes I know, you're bored of hearing about it, it is painful to the mind and eyes to endlessly be whined at about it but things are so much worse. Did you imagine they could get worse? No, neither did I but I think I must be in need of humbling, or something because it has reached the stage whereby I am either going to have to get humility and lose my desperate need to show off and look down on people with cars like I own right now (which I would never do because I have a heart, I understand, I might never actually agree to be seen with them AND their car but I wouldn't look down on them, ever.) or I am going to have to start walking because look.






* insert Swearword of choice here* because, you know, I am trying to be like Jesus ( but not exactly like Him as He walked everywhere and I REALLY like driving) so I can't actually tell you what swear word I wanted to use when I came out of Asda and saw THAT!
No note from whoever did it saying whoops ,sorrry, did this to your car. No-one would leave a note because n all honesty, they probably thought I would never notice.
My car is such a crap heap and NONE of it ( well alright, just that one I told you about a week or three ago) is my fault!
Isaac did this one....




I told you, remember

Because he did that..H did this





Because he is nothing if not resourceful and be damned if we would spend more than the car is worth to replace a bumper that can be held on with plastic ties, hey?

The man who was meant to be fixing it did this one





This IS a bit my fault because when it really sank in that H was never going to get to grips with roundabouts , tiny roads and driving on the left, I ripped off the 'L' plate and it took off the surface of the car.





God did this bit because it rains so much here......




lovely bubbly rust, hoorah.

And as if shame weren't crippling enough....look, a treat, and this is where I ask the question can chihauhuas fly. No way in hell did a bird do THAT





or this






I have scrubbed my hands raw, even though I haven't touched it, I know that no drive trough car wash will get that off...I will have to scrub it because no one loves me enough to clean this car for me. A drive through car wash is a poor idea anyway because you just know something important will drop off in one of those don't you?

I won't bore you with the smell of buring and the clacking sounds because they aren't funny and I do try to please and induce either laughter or tears in my blog.

I'd ask you to give the old heap a kick for me but it would fall apart, so give it a cheer and congratulations for still actually moving with all these sorry bumps and grazes, pray that it will just keep going and somehow make me into a rather loved figure of humiliation as it takes me on my way.

Ack I am really REALLY embarrassed going out in it though, prideful me.