Carwash

No, we didn't get egged.  No, we didn't shoot the car with paint balls. If you've been to our house, you know we are completely surrounded by pine trees. You know what live in pine trees?  Birds.   They must have had an enormous dinner...


I remember car wash days when I was a young kid.  Bathing suits or not, you were going to get wet. We probably did a terrible job, and I'm sure my dad rewashed everything, but it was fun.  My dad would always stick a couple of us kids up on the roof of the van and I remember thinking how awesome it was.

Now our boys get in on the action.