Since I moved to California, I have had my car washed in one of two ways: my ex took it to a car wash, or my grandsons did it when they were staying over. My ex is gone and my grandsons are coming over for dinner tonight with their parents, which did not feel like good timing to request help,
So, I did it myself. I dragged the hose, filled the bucket, got the clothes. I began the spray to wet the car all over and discovered the wind was not blowing in my favor. I ended up misted, head to toe. Not to be deterred, I changed direction and proceeded.
Guess what, Isaac and Ari? It was fun!