Remember what I said about a newly washed car totemically calling rain?
Yeah, it rained just long enough to leave nasty waterspots, and turn the pollen into papier mache.
Some days it's not worth chewing through the leather straps.
But hey, that was yesterday; today all I had to deal with was a two year old who thinks her poopie is finger paint, and a wife who was one giant exposed nerve.
Did I mention I love being a husband and daddy?
