My car was beyond filthy - I mean, it had sand in the seats from taking Fenway to the beach back in the summer (gross, I know). SO Mike and I vacuumed our cars and took them through the car wash. Well, I was able to take mine through the car wash... while Mike's battery died. He didn't understand why keeping all doors propped open while cleaning his car caused it to happen, but I knew better. ;)
My little lady couldn't handle the drying aspect of the car wash (it was literally shaking my car and I thought it was going to dent it) so I had to rush through drying it.
Once we got Mike's car fixed and everything was working well again (minus Mike's radio and XM - which was a whole other story) we picked up a few bottles of wined and headed to my aunt and uncle's for dinner and some tree decorations. I forgot to take any pictures, but I was cracking up when Mike took out an ornament that was battery operated and attached to the battery was a small sticky note that said... BATTERY (turn it over) IS DEAD. Seriously?
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