First, my cat dies and the Weedwacker works and the air is let out of my chef's hat and Popeye's bye-bye and a turban's AWOL and the broccoli's cockamamie and a sex scandal looms.
Now, my car needs washing.
Outrageous!
See this photo? That's me handling my hose.
It made me happy. It felt good.
Real good.
Really, really good.
I gave the car a shower in April. I photographed the event because it was the first cleansing I'd ever administered to the Saturn!
In nearly 15 years, I might add. I've been driving this vehicle since 1992, when I wheelied it off the showroom floor.
Let's see ... April to August is four months. Four months! That stupid car wash lasted only four months!
I tell ya. There is no value anymore.