I call it Saturday

Happy Saturday everyone. Nothing too grand and exciting going on here. We are having a garage sale today and it ends in like 1 hour. Yup. I'm ready for it to be over. Not that I've really done a ton of work or anything, but I hate how as soon as someone walks up, and you know that it's not the garage sale for them, but yet they still feel the need to walk oh so slowly around the garage and look interested so not to offend you, all the while I just sit there and try to look pleasant. Yes, it's oh so hard for a happy person like me to just sit and look pleasant. :o)

Oh, and in grander news, I washed my car today. Well, I'm not sure who washed it. Tori started to because I was letting her use my car wash stuff, and then I jumped in w/her. But ya, I decided that it's depressing to wash your car. Seriously. You spend all of that time washing, and rinsing and washing and rinsing, and then you have to hand dry it so that it doesn't get splotchy, (just figured that one out) and then you have to spray the wheels and shine them, and then you have to look up and notice that you missed a spot so you wash and rinse some more, and then dry it all over again. And while you go over your precious car with a fine tooth comb (Well not an actual comb, because that would scratch it. Duh.) you notice every little scratch and dent and streak in your car. It's really sad and depressing. I knew that there were scratches on the car when I bought it, but now there's some on my back end that weren't there before. So my deep thought for the day is: Go and pay to have your car washed so that you can remain innocently ignorant about the scratches on your car and just be happy that it's all shiny. Oh, and gee wiz. You are going to save yourself a bucket load of time by going through the car wash. Oh, and since I'm in the mood for dealing, you get that tip for free.