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If only my wife were this dirty…
I came out to my car the other day to load up the trunk with a box of junk to go to the Goodwill and as I put the box down to open the hatch, I was greeted with this message on my back window. Maybe you can’t read it. It says:
“IF only my wife were this dirty.”
NICE! Nothing says classy like a nasty comment smudged into your back window. Who would write something like that?!! Heh. Even though he disguised his very distinctive writing rather well, I knew only someone like Toby would write that. That’s Toby humor for you. He probably got it off some car forum he reads all the time. He’s always showing me car jokes like that.
I know it would give Toby enormous pleasure to have me drive all over town wondering why everyone was giving me weird looks when I pulled up to stoplights. Yeah. That was not going to happen. I immediately decided the trip to the Goodwill could wait and hollered out to Baby Bug that it was car-wash time!
This is something fun we’ve never done before: wash the car. What a novelty! We usually shell out the bucks for the fancy car wash. Mostly because they vacuum and it’s just plain easier. When you have a toddler in tow, vacuuming out all the goldfish cracker crumbs is not something you want to do when you live in the city and there are cars whizzing down your alley about to smash into you any minute.
Yesterday, our neighbor was at work so I pulled the car into her carport and got to washin’. Or rather I got Baby Bug to washing. She LOVED it! What’s more fun than water outside with bubbles and the CAR?!! Wowie zowie! Maybe we can wash the house next, Mom?
She was really good at the bucket-filling part which was essential since our little garden hose did not quite reach to the back of the car—yet another reason why we usually go to the fancy car wash. But times are tough lately and even though I know saving eight bucks on a car wash isn’t really going to make much of a dent in my budget, it was something fun to do together.
I know these pictures aren’t very smiley but I assure you it was loads of fun. It reminded me of being a kid myself. My brother and I used to wash our parents’ car for fun all the time in the summer. There is nothing like a good old-fashioned game of squirt-each-other-to-death over the hood of a car. I have many memories of crouching low by the wheels only to be pelted over the head with bucket full of suds from above. Good times, I tell you, good times. Of course that was back in the good old days before the neighbors called the cops on each other for over-watering the cement lawn.
The car is clean now! Toby ought to be happy. Or maybe he’d rather I went and rolled in some mud.
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Ramblings from the middle of the night…
It’s been since Tuesday (today is Friday) that we went to the Huntington Beach Library Festival of Folktales and Baby Bug got her face painted. She STILL will not let me wash the green flower off her cheek. I’ve resorted to sneakily trying to peel off one petal at a time but it’s not working. She runs away from me like I’m trying to peel her toe nails off or something.
I think she thinks the face paint is like fingernail polish and you have to leave it on until it wears off. She LOVES finger nail polish. Yes, I took her to a nail salon once (or twice or maybe five times) and let her get her nails painted. I know. I’m spoiling her rotten and I intend to stop that right now. But she loves it so much! It’s hilarious.
The other day we went to the grocery store and because half the parking lot was being repainted, we had to park way over in the back 40 next to a nail salon. Before I could even unbuckle her from her car seat, she was taking off her socks and shoes in anticipation. Which is sort of unexpected because it’s not like we had talked about going and it’s not like we had ever been there before. I guess she spied the giant painting of a dragon lady fingernail on the salon window and figured that was where we were headed. Which we weren’t. I always love to start off a trip to the grocery store with a tantrum over green fingernail polish. Good times.
I’ve been able to reason with her about her flower on her face with the bribe that I might paint another one on her face if she lets me wash this one off. She seems to think that’s okay and then even asks for a “red red rose like mommy’s” which is actually a big scab on my nose from a zit that I wouldn’t leave alone. Don’t you love kid’s interpretations? I have a red red rose on my nose. How sweet.
So far I have not gotten any cooperation out of her though. Discussions are one thing. Getting near her with the wash cloth is a whole other story. I may have to resort to pinning her down and ignoring the shrieks if it doesn’t wear off soon.
Thankfully, we had swimming lessons today and the one-two-three dunking sort of wore away at it a bit. I’m just afraid that the paint isn’t good for her. With all the paranoia about plastics these days, I’m thinking the puffy paint they used at the library can’t be that good. Who knows.
While I’m on the subject of face painters using puffy paint, how cool is that? I’ve been dying to have someone hire me to be a face painter for their kid’s birthday party (anyone? anyone?) and now I find out via the HB Library that you can skip that greasy stage paint and just use puffy paint?!! I didn’t get a chance to look at the bottles up close but they sure looked like the ordinary stuff you buy at a craft store. I’ll have to research that further.
So that’s my news. The Library festival was awesome. I have a little movie over here of the live entertainment (bad quality, sorry). I think all moms should check out their library’s summer event schedule and if your local library sucks coconuts like mine does, then skip over to Huntington Beach (if you’re local) and go to their events. A little birdy even told me they are giving away tickets to Legoland. Nothing to sniff at since Legoland tickets are SEVENTY BUCKS these days.
Seventy dollars! Who do they think they are? Disneyland?!! I don’t know. I haven’t heard that many great reviews for kids Baby Bug’s age but I’m dying to go anyway because I just love legos! My brother and I always played with them as kids. I think that was the one toy we agreed on. (Speaking of legos, my friend Deliajude had a lego birthday party for her son way back in March. Isn’t that a cool idea? I’ll have to save that away for my party site.)
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