I failed in my goal to consume the entire contents of my treat cupboard. I don't recommend attempting this feat, unless you're Adam Richman and even then the results could be dicey.
My car was named Peri, short for periwinkle. It wasn't a great car, I didn't love it like my truck, but we had a mutual respect of each others self loathing. Now Peri stands for Perished. Farewell Peri and thanks for the rides.