yesterday my fake boyfriend and i went to the car wash and now all the questioners of women who wash their own cars can eat it. we scrubbed and sprayed and he didn't complain when i accidentally blinded him with the power spray. i let him buy dinner but i couldn't let him pump my gas for me. too weird. did anyone know boys insist on doing this? i didn't know this. i guess they call that lack of life experience. what did he say, it was fascinating, oh yeah "you're not used to people doing stuff for you." no, no i'm not. it really freaks me out actually. i can't help thinking what the angle is when really he's just being nice.
(does it drive any else crazy how i can't go two sentences, or one even, without saying really, IT DRIVES ME CRAZY TOO!)
on the way to the car wash, we passed moonshadow matt who did not appear to be focusing his attention on the road, tsk tsk. very dangerous. we exchanged beeps and he has seen proof that i did indeed get the vanity plate i had hoped for. (and taped same to the dead center of my back window thus inhibiting sight...must remember not to put window down as will certainly lead to a chat with the police.)
i have big plans for the weekend that most certainly include waxing the car and bathing the cat. god help me. wall o'claws.