At the Car Wash

This weekend was the first in about seven weekends that I was not out of town for at least part of the time. I celebrated by going to bed before midnight every night and sleeping as late as I could, which ended up being until about 8:00. Is it sad that almost feels late to me now?

Saturday Mark and I did what we've been talking about doing all summer - washed my car. This was no easy car wash. This was two hours of picking an entire summer's worth of bugs off the bumper, vacuuming the dirt from endless trips to Muenster out of the carpet, waxing the outside until it shined and scrubbing the tires and windows. The results are that my car looks better than I've ever seen it. Mark's such a trooper, he even volunteered to wash it without my help. It makes him look like Boyfriend of the Year, but I think it also speaks to how very dirty my car really was. I don't have any before pictures, but here it is after 2 hours of sweat and labor (yes sweat, it had to be at least 95 degrees outside).

Saturday night we hit up my school's Major Donor Dinner. It was going great until the entire house lost power and we ended up cleaning in the dark and with no AC. You guessed it. More sweat. Good thing I've kept that emergecny flashlight in my car for years. It finally came in handy! Now if only I could get the chance to use that ice scraper that's been sitting under my seat since high school..

Today I wrapped up the weekend with a little Book Club action. I hosted this month, so we all met at my place and discussed my book pick - The Pact, by Jodi Picolut. We dined on spinach dip and strawberries while discussing our theme of the afternoon - murder or suicide?!