So this afternoon. I had the brilliant idea of washing my car.

As in at the car wash.

As in, I got there and really just had no clue — none — what I was doing.

I mean, I was okay … at first. With the vacuuming. Because that was the one thing I remembered TC telling me to do before washing.

I might have pulled up on the other side of the vacuum, which slightly complicated matters, and I might have had to slide myself, stomach first, across the seats to get the driver’s side floormats, which then had random people calling out to me …. “things are falling out of your car.”

And that’s never a good thing to hear. Things falling out of your car. As though these “things” insta-manifested and I wondered, how in the hell I had accumulated so much shit that didn’t even seem like so much shit in my car.

How does that happen, anyway?

It’s like desk drawers. I regularly clean them out but yet it seems that overnight, more shit will randomly appear in there.

And trust me, I’m all about order and organization. These are things Taurus’ excel in.

Once I was done with vacuuming, it was time for the big dogs … the true test … the actual washing. And omg. Thankfully there weren’t many people around. Just two who looked at me like I must have had two heads and four arms.

Okay. First, I couldn’t figure it out. I felt like I was pulling a gun trigger on the hose. Plus there was a big sign that said, “turn nozzle” except I couldn’t figure out where the nozzle was, which had me continuously staring at the hose thingy and wondering if something on there was supposed to turn.

I finally saw the “nozzle” — in a tucked in area on the concrete wall. The car wash angels might as well have begun singing, but I had no time to listen. At this point I had about four and a half minutes to wash and rinse the car.

Just imagine me pulling up in front of the house, Brother walking out, and asking why in God’s creation was my car covered in soap suds. I just shrugged and told him he better get some towels and get on that stat.

Of course that didn’t happen. So I just let it … sit there. Air drying.

Onto other news …

With it being daylight savings today … usually I feel that hour … haven’t felt a single thing today. Though I am slightly dreading this less daylight thing. I always find something a little sad about it, for some reason.

Though I know, in no time, March will be here … springing forward … continuing the circle and the cycle.

I suppose that could sum things up right there, huh?