This past Saturday, Andy decided that it was way past time my truck got washed. He volunteered and since he was willing to do all the work, I figured the least I could do was go outside and keep him company. Not to mention, it was absolutely gorgeous out and Lucy needs some exposure to real oxygen.
So this is how our conversation goes once we are outside, Andy's fist firmly planted in his car wash mitt.
Me: "Man, it really is beautiful out here. Lucy seems to be enjoying it, too."
Him: “Yeah, she's gonna love the outdoors.”
Him: "I think this is going to be one of my favorite car washes of the year."
Me: "So, what? Are you going to, like, write about it in your diary?"
Him: "HaHa. Funny. But, I guess it's not as bad as the other day, when Greg caught me trying to mist myself after washing my own truck. You know, it was really hot outside and I was pointing the hose upwards and faced up. Anyway, he drove by and started yelling, 'WooHoo!' and whistling."
Me: scooping Lucy back after dropping her in my fit of laughter (Kidding. I kid.)
Him: "Why don't y'all just go back in the house?"
I love the weekends.
2 comments:
For the love of gawd, WHERE WAS THE CAMERA?!?!?!?
Oh, the misting! LOL LOL
I hope he was wearing a white t-shirt and shaking his head back and forth making his hair flow. HA
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