I asked my mother’s son if he would pop the hood on my car (because it was really cold and I couldn’t unlatch it) so that I could add windshield wiper fluid. He looked horrified. He said he wasn’t touching my car because it was filthy and he didn’t want to get grime on his clothes. He did look nice.
But I really don’t know what he was talking about. This is the cleanest my car has been since April.
He’s such a baby. (And yes, he did it. He even filled the reservoir for me)
We had presents under the tree …
Somehow I morphed into Rosie O’Donnell.
And a good time was had by all.
How was yours?