I used to own a semi suped-up Mustang. I washed it and waxed it weekly, bi-weekly at worst. It was always clean and damn near always show-worthy.

Then I bought a white SUV. Can’t remember the last time I washed and waxed it. I think it was last year, but don’t quote me on that.

Last week the girl got me a birthday present and had my 4Runner detailed. It looked wonderful! ...and then it rained a mere two days later. Today we washed and waxed her Tundra, and I got to thinking: how did I do this so frequently with the Mustang? This sucks! Now my laziness is really kicking in, and I’m trying to figure out how often I can have our vehicles ‘professionally’ washed and waxed per year. I’m thinking 3 times, once every 4 months. that should keep the paint in good order I figure, and we’ll just thoroughly wash the vehicles once or twice a month to keep them ‘clean.’

Either that, or we turn into white trash with rusty, nasty cars – I haven’t really decided which way we’re going to go with that yet.



Return of Lobster-boy
Hey, remember like a few paragraphs ago when I mentioned washing and waxing the girl’s Tundra? Yep, did that. Then I washed down the driveway. While doing this task, I had this particular thought: “I really should put a shirt on, otherwise I’m going to burn.”

About that being lazy thing: Thoughts come and go, but lack of action is more of a genuine, constant state of being. Much like being red is for me right about now. Ouch. And anyone reading this who thinks they’re clever and dares try to “pat” me on the back – just remember that lobsters have this amazing ability to cause unyielding pain in the form of sharp, unforgiving claws of death.

Consider yourself warned.



Which reminds me:
I need to get a tan or get a tanning membership. I’m white. Like, Wonder Bread white. I really want one of those all-over tans, but here in So Cal, packed in like sardines as we are, it’s hard to get away with that outside of a tanning bed. Not that I’m shy or anything, but I prefer to NOT be thrown in jail with big, secretly gay men. I’m too darned cute for that to work out in my favor.

When I got out of the military – well, actually shortly before I got out of the military – I spent time tanning it up. I wasn’t sure if it was possible for me, because all my life I’d been known to be a burner. Reality? I AM Italian! I tan pretty damn well, I just really need to get that “base tan” going for me. Once I get that down, it’s damn near impossible for me to actually burn, and I can achieve a very healthy-looking glow. However, finding the time to get that base tan – ALL OVER MY BODY – can prove to be rather difficult. If I could walk around nude more often, or at all.... Maybe I’ll just join a nudist colony.

You’d be surprised how long it can take me to get a tan once i’ve gotten the base going. I have to sit out in the sun all... day... long. And right now i just don’t have that kind of time. Plus, this could prove to be a rather delicate situation for me, as winky has never had a tan before. So I’ll have to be very careful to make sure that while Willy is free, he’s not turning into a mini lobster-boy himself.



Quitting Time
I like my little blog. I enjoy it, maybe too much. I have a tough time deciding when to call it quits. Sometimes I just think “keep it short, keep it sweet,” but invariably I get all into it and then it turns into one of these medium-long to long entries.

Basically, I’m saying sorry if they sometimes run long. I’m just long-winded. Really. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you. I’m a stickler for completeness.

Usually. Unless I get lazy. Then anything goes.

Peace.

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