Dirtball

No, it's not the name of our new pet pot-bellied pig -- it's my car. It hasn't been washed since my dad washed it when my parents came out for our wedding. It's not dirty for lack of a bucket, hose, spray nozzle, liquid car washing soap, a car washing mitt or a squeegee, because I have all of those things. I just haven't been in the car-washing mood. If I knew where a self-serve cash wash was, I would go there and hose it down, but I don't feel like figuring out where one is. Maybe Ed will wash it when he comes this weekend after he finishes cleaning the spiders and spider webs off my porch. We're thinking our next car might be brown.