This Monday after the time change was different. When the sun was going down I felt like I should already be almost home instead of it still being another hour at work. I do not like walking the two blocks over and two blocks up to the bus stop downtown at dusk. Not fun at all. I'm sure, though, that a well placed crochet hook to the eye or nose could do some damage, or at least stun someone enough so that I could make a getaway. Umm yeah...running in heels on brick sidewalks. I don't think so. I'll just stick to slipping out 15 minutes early. Shhh...
Anyhoo...on Saturday I decided it was time to wash the ol' Jeep. So off to the carwash I went. I normally use the drive-thru and let the touchless carwash do the job but this time I decided to use the one where I had to use my muscles, such as they are(n't). It seemed like a good idea at the time being a beautiful day and all. So I put the windshield wipers up so that I could wash the windshield. No biggie, right? Well, when I finished I put the wipers down and guess what...the driver's side wiper had somehow come off the metal holder thingy. Now how could that happen, you ask? I don't know but it did. And of course the only thing I accomplished trying to put it back on was getting my fingers black. So I put it in the car and let Kevin put it back on. My hero!
Here's Bethanie. It appears she's getting over her shyness.
Louie likes to show his pearly whites sometimes.
Until next time,