Last Christmas, my beloved diesel VW Jetta threw a series of high maintenance jerk face tantrums and we finally, heartbreakingly, decided to see other people. Sniff. In good Romancelandia heroine fashion, I mourned. Deeply. La Jetta's betrayal of our 11 years together stung, wounding me to the quick. But, again, when you live in Romancelandia, there is always a happy … [Read more...]