Man I have spring fever bad this week. I finally realized this last night at the car wash. I was using the high-pressure hose to spray all the ice build-up from my wheels when I hit me. I need to be somewhere warm. Not standing naked in a carwash bay spraying down my luxury automobile.
Okay, so I wasn’t naked. But, I really need to be naked outdoors somewhere. Horizontal out on a beach with Spike getting some air. Spikes my….. I wouldn’t say wedding tackle, maybe muscled college jock tackle.
Anyway… I really need to not be in a hoodie 24/7. Ya know how many looks you get on your main street if you’re washing your car in a hoodie and gym shorts in February? Apparently a lot. Had nothing to do with blaring Lady Gaga. Nothing. And the dancing. There was some carwash dancing. Maybe I should wear underwear.
After my freezing car wash, last night I went and picked up my dry-cleaning, as I hung up my shirts at home, my cargo shorts and flip-flops started to charge me. I guess since they’ve been the closet so long they’ve gone feral. Will someone please think of the poor feral cargo shorts?