A little recap while I was off the wagon:
Dirty car, clean it up! I feel like now that I drive my little miata, I need to keep it clean, but I was in a hurry so I thought car wash. To set the scene, I HATE car washes. I always feel like I'm gonna drive in too far, not far enough, hit the wall, get smashed, all-in-all, in my mind, car wash = death trap. Then if there is a car waiting behind me, added stress because they will see me go through the death trap, ugh! BUT now that I'm not driving my truck, I thought piece of cake - face your fear kid! Wrong again! First, the thing where you choose your wash had no words, not even one, but about 6 buttons. Cool, I'll just guess, thanks. Finally, it's my turn, I get into the car wash with no problems, I feel like I've turned a new leaf. I love the actual "wash" part of the experience, so for the first time all day I was relaxing...until - SPLASH - OH YA! My brand new convertible top allowed some very large gushes of water to come shooting at my face, head and side - it was like liquid air bags, joy! I spent the rest of the car wash, cursing my car and trying to plug the holes when the water brush came steam rolling towards me...
Got to hang out with my preggo cousin, Becca, Friday night, always a great time. Had her baby shower Saturday, got to see alot a family, jolly good!
|Liz, "The Momma", Me, Amy - Love 'Em!|