Over lunch today I had a 20 minute conversation about washing my car.
You see, we’re all in the same dilemma here. It’s Minnesota, it’s winter, the roads are a mess. The snow on the side of the road has turned a lovely shade of brown gray ick. The white slime on my car doors makes it look like I’ve used a salt rub on the Chevy.
Wash your car and take the chance of freezing your car doors shut. Like I did last week. The only door to be opened was the back passenger door. I had to twist and crawl my ass to the front driver seat. Only then was I finally able to push it open by lunging my whole body against the door. The shoulders are still bruised! Not a pretty picture.
And then, this week the thaw comes. And my nice, clean car is covered in slush once again, effectively wasting the $1.99 I spent at the Amoco last week freezing my car doors shut.
It’s 30 degrees outside and I’ve never been happier about a dirty car.
Seems that everyone is making confessions this new year! Lance presents The Dead Letter Office, and Jack, Christine and the crew have come up with crush.nu. My desire to participate in either one of these is about nil right now. Thank goodness I don’t have the need to!
Jonatha Brooke’s new CD is almost in stores. Go. Order. Now. (Speaking of music on the net, I’m still a bit embarrassed that my two fifty-something co-workers have downloaded music from Napster and I’ve even yet to get on the site. Hmm. Something’s wrong with this picture.)
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