Tuesday, March 2, 2010

My Car

Well, it's not really my car. I just drive it all the time.

Anyway, my mom and I washed it recently. I didn't think it needed to be washed because I never notice those kinds of things, but my mom bribed me with money. I couldn't refuse to help after that.

Now, every time I see the car I feel a small flutter of suprise. Something is very different about it. Also, every time I touch the car to open the door, I feel that same suprise. That's slightly disturbing. I think I'll go wash my hands now.