the fight against carwashing

besides a stint of youthgroup related car washes at the now-gone petro can at the corner of 152 and kg, i do not wash cars. tim, on the other hand, does. and it takes hours to wash a car properly.

so since we got married, tim will ask me to come help wash the car or tell me to wash the car and i never do. when we bought the mazda 3, tim said, "you're going to have to wash your own car now" and i said, "i'll take it to the carwash then." which means, he'll wash it himself as he's anti-carwashes. clean cars were never a big priority for me. maybe because i drove an oxidizing 89 topaz for so long. but i just don't want to spend the time.

well today the question was posed "do you want to help me wash the car?"

"no."

"okay." and off he goes to wash the car alone.

and then i felt a little bad. and it's a gorgeous day outside.

so i went and helped wash the car...for the first time in our marriage. and we captured it on film.

i was in charge of the hose.

here tim is looking warily at the hose in my hand because i'd just accidently sprayed a bunch of things inside the open garage. then i'd dropped the hose and it had sprayed up into the air getting us wet.

so i was put on wheel duty.