The day I had to take Becca to the ER, I was borrowing a neighbor's car, because one of ours was broken and John had my car. So, anyway, I was in their car and I was astounded. It was spotless and it smelled new. I was SHOCKED. They have three year-old twins! How was the car clean?
Because my car? Is NAS-TAY.
It is also really ghetto. The automatic locks are all jacked up and one door does the opposite of all the other doors. When I press lock, Andrew's door unlocks and vice versa. Also, I can't get my key to work in one of the doors and sometimes it doesn't work in any door, only on the trunk. I'm just waiting for the day when the car is all locked up and I have to climb through the trunk to get to my seat.
I decided to clean out my car last weekend. I cannot believe the disgustingness that was in there. Pieces of various meals, congealed. Wrappers, crumbs, trash. Trash. TRASH. I cleaned it up as best I could, but the coffee stains on the carpet are still there. So are the pine needles from the time we transported a dead pine tree to the dump. I would love to have it really detailed, but we all know that is pointless. A week later and it will be trashed again. That's what happens with 90% of your time in the car is spent handing food to the backseat.
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