Car Wash

Usually I take my car to one of those automatic car washes when it needs to be cleaned.  Yesterday I decided to do the job myself - mostly because I didn't feel like spending $40.00 to have it done. (Yes, in this fine state of Georgia, I've discovered that automatic car washes are few and far between - they're all expensive wash-by-hand deals.)

I got out my bucket and sponge and started washing.  Then my son came out.  "Mama, can I help?"

"Bubba, I don't have an extra sponge," I said.

"I'll use my hands."  He scooped handfuls of suds and deposited them onto my car.  Then he took the hose and sprayed.  Except he missed the car and got me.

"Bubba!" I shouted.  "Watch what you're doing!"

He giggled.

Then the dog came out and started romping around.  He got wet, too, and shook himself off - all over me and my car.

Guess who came out next?  My daughter.  "Mom, can I help?"

"Uh, sure," I said.

She did okay until it was time to rinse.  A spray of water hit me right in the back of the head.  "Excuse me," I said, "How are you hitting me way over here, when the car is over there?" 

She laughed.

And then there was my husband.  He was messing around in the garage while all this was going on.  I didn't notice that he was near the automatic sprinkler control panel. Two seconds later, the sprinklers came on.  And of course, I was standing right next to them.  "Got you!" my husband called.

By the time the whole ordeal was done, I was absolutely soaked! This wasn't a car wash. It was a Mama wash!