Dear Poor Pitiful Pearl....

You don't worry your little menopausal head bout it, k? You just keep on being sad, and pitiful, and craz--er..ah..sad, and before you know it, he'll have your car in tip top shape for ya.

Then you can take HIS plastic and go do a little shopping therapy...

You poor dear! Having all that stress! I'd get him to hold the remote for you while you push the buttons. You really shouldn't exert yourself in your condition...you fragile little thing!
(how's that?)

JJ