I Should Do This More Often

So my car no longer sounds like it's in agony every time I drive it -- thanks, Dad! We explored it when he got it home, and he told me what they did to it.

And then we tackled the sap/residue problem.

My least favorite thing about my mom's new place are those darn pine trees. Okay, okay, not really. It's parking under them without thinking about the sap. Which I know think of when parking. And now I park farther back, away from their treacherous sap-dropping range. And the residue? When I first got back into Seward, I took my car to get a bath as a reward for getting me safely back from Texas. The automatic car wash stopped working after dumping soap on my car. Apparently the self-wash I did to rinse it really wasn't enough to get all the soap off. Oops.

Washing the car again didn't get it all off, so we tried a mix of things. The final step was wax.

my Papa taught me how to wax a car.

once.

i guess it's like riding a bike, though.

preeeetty shiny things!

And, when I got done, I realized even my subconscious self has a sense of humor. Guess what shirt I was wearing?

turtles shirt while using turtle wax.

classic.

~"Hey dudes, check it out! 'Wax on! Wax off!'" [- TMNT2: Secret of the Ooze...referencing Karate Kid]~