Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day in California. I was inspired to wash my car. I figured 6 months was long enough for Angus to go without a bath. So I pulled out this bucket with all kinds of neat car washing things they gave us at the dealers when we bought the car. I soon realized I was in WAY over my head. There was car was concentrate stuff, tire cleaner, upholstery shampoo, vinyl polish. and some kind of car wax thing along with 2 sponges--one with white netting on it, and the other without. What is the difference in said sponges? Beats the heck out of me, but I'm sure there's got to be one.
I first vacuumed my car which was a chore in and of itself. Lola loves to collect twigs and dead leaves. She also loves to carry them into my car and then continues by crushing them into a million pieces and tosses them around like confetti. I think I may have accidently clogged the vaccum with all the stuff it sucked up--pennies, candy wrappers, sticks, and who knows what other things were living in that mess.
I filled up the bucket with water and threw in some super car wash soap, and because of the warm weather the suds were drying faster than I could lather them up on the car. Not to mention that the super soap was not that super. I quickly fizzled out and decided I would rather pay my Mexican cousins to do this for me. And then to think there was also the rinsing, tire polishing, car waxing, vinyl cleaning, upholstery shampooing left to do!! Who are they kidding? This isn't fun! How is it that guys can enjoy cleaning their cars so much that they will spend all day doing it? My neighbor, no joke, spends HOURS on his car. I can leave for church and when I get back 3 hours later he is still out there working on it, and loving it. I've not found the joy in car washing. I've also learned to respect my friends at all the neighborhood car washes who do this for a living. It stinks!
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