When I was at work yesterday, my car got bombarded with these little juicy berry things. This happened in the space of just two hours. Oops. I had to take my car to the car wash because it was digusting (and I don’t even know if we own a car washing sponge!). It was fun! I went to one of those horribly non-environmental high-pressure places where you do it yourself, and I think I must have looked pretty funny weilding a high-pressure hose in a summer dress. I’ve been driving this car for about two years, and this was only the first time I’ve ever washed it (save for one time that I took it through an automated carwash, and it did pretty much nothing). I’m so lazy when it comes to car washing – I only washed my old car twice in six years (I know, I know…). I’m totally going to hell for the amount of water I used yesterday getting my car back to a nice shiny white colour, but I’ve definitely put it on my calendar to wash it again in four weeks time. My folks would be so proud of me.
