On Thursday I took my car to our service department to get the interior of my Ford Flex detailed.
This meant on Wednesday evening I had to clean out my car. Okay, so how in the world did I accumulate so much stuff in my car? I mean seriously how many umbrellas can find their way into my car? FIVE! Three small and two full size. Considering we only own five and none were in the house or in Chuck’s car, this could be a problem.
I had two Bibles and umpteen Grace Church bulletins, a book I will never read, magazines that dated back to Christmas editions and a collection of coffee stoppers. There was a towel rack that I needed to return to Meijer and two pairs of shoes that I needed to return to Wal-Mart for my mother. In the cup holder were about eight license plate screws which I seem to collect. Remember, I sell cars and trucks.
I also had five seat cushions. Two that say Noblesville Millers, two that say Hamilton Southeastern Royals (we are an equal opportunity household) and one that says Colts Super Bowl Champs. Remember, Chuck keeps the scoreboard, at Lucas Oil, for the Colts.
I always say that I will keep my car cleaned out after I get it detailed, which is about once a year. Let’s see how it looks in six months.
And now let’s talk about my bottles of water issue. My dear husband asked me one day, “Why do you have four half-filled bottles of water in your car?” I told him, “Well, I leave work and grab a bottle of water on the way home but we only live 17 minutes from my work and that is all I can drink in 17 minutes.”
He then, of course, asks, “Why don’t you bring them inside the house and finish them?” My answer, “Because I have to carry my purse and my tote with my appointment calendar and meds and coupons and mail and magazines and the book I plan to read, whenever I get a chance and well, my ‘just in case’ necessities.” I also carry in my phone and my sweater or jacket from work. After all that, I am out of hands. He was probably sorry that he asked.
I also told him that if we are ever caught out in the desert in Indiana, in a traffic jam and are thirsty, then he will be thankful that we have water. He just smiles and says, “And what are the chances of that happening?” I smile and say, “Well, you never can be too prepared. Someday you may thank me.”
Thursday evening, when I got home with the car all nice and cleaned, Chuck opened the doors and checked it out and what were the first words he said, “Honey, what happened to all the bottles of water?” I just smiled and said, “They will be back in a few days.”