Fold My Laundry Please

Personally, I blame gas prices for the whole thing.  If gas wasn’t so danged expensive, I would never have gone searching for ways to increase fuel efficiency when the possibility of Andrew going on a little road trip arose.  But it did so I did and before I knew it, we were off to Walmart to buy car washing and waxing supplies.  Apparently a hand wax job done on your vehicle will decrease wind resistence thereby increasing fuel efficiency.  This is why I knowingly paid $3.28 for a canister of evil.

Turtle Wax!  I shake my fist at thee!  AAUUUGGGHH!!! 

The washing part was easy.  I mean, it’s only a Toyota Yaris.  That’s nearly a Matchbox car.   It doesn’t take long to handwash a Matchbox car.  Although, now that I think of it, this would’ve made the whole thing a LOT easier!

But we made pretty short work of it and while Andrew began to apply a nice, thick coat of wax, I pulled the minivan out of the garage and gave it a good scrub down as well.  As I finished drying the van, I heard him mutter something about, "Only $3?  That’s not bad for a year’s supply of wax."

I decided to pass the time until he finished by rinsing away the sidewalk chalk art that our children had lovingly applied to the siding on our house. 

Andrew still hadn’t finished.

I sprayed down the driveway until the cement looked like new.

Andrew still hadn’t finished.

He turned to me and said, "Did you know that this thing only cost $3?  And it’s a five year supply!"

I finally gave up procrastinating and decided to help out.  I’ve waxed cars before.  It is torture in its highest form.  So this was truly a sacrifice for me.

I grabbed a soft towel, applied some elbow grease, and began to rub the dried wax off of the car.  

An hour later, Andrew said, "$3 for a ten year supply?  That’s probably the best deal I’ve ever gotten from Walmart!"

Two hours later, the "wax off" jokes began to wear a little thin.  In my defense, humor is my self defense mechanism and my arms were sore, my back was killing me, and we were finishing this task up by the light of the street lamps.  The only chance I had of getting any relief at all was by cracking many, many, MANY crude, poorly assembled jokes.  So sue me.

Finally, FINALLY, we finished up at around 9:30. 

PM!

GARRRRGHHHH!!!

But I gotta admit, that Yaris is looking great.  If you need me, I’ll be crashed out in bed and chock full of tylenol! 

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No, Humor-Blogs.com.  You may not borrow the car Saturday night!