Well, my second MJ didn't go to its resting place like the first one did... one of my Jeep geek buddies (Pelle) (see DAS BOOOOT!!!! blog) decided he wanted it. So this morning I left the house at 5 am to drop it off.
So, one is out of the house, another is coming in, and yet another still needs a home.
Why is it I'm never thrilled to see them go? Parting really is sweet sorrow.