i think i have an unhealthy sexual relationship with my car. well, i suppose any sexual relationship with a car is unhealthy. maybe. how about an unhealthy semi-sensual attraction to my car? anyway, this is the first new car i've ever owned, and i have to share it with my daughter. we needed a 4-door for car seat reasons, so i got a new car for that reason. and in the great epic battle that is new-car vs toddler ... new car is taking it in the ass! so i try to clean the interior as often as is humanly possible. as often as i can without my husband becoming suspicious. cause when i clean that baby, i go all out. i mean, i'm out there with a soft toothbrush to coax all the little dust particles out of the stereo dials, q-tips to clean the delicate tender flesh of the cup holder crevices, the softest of cloths (yes, a very old, worn, cozy pair of panties) to gently buff the luscious black dashboard ... you see what i mean!? anyway, i came back in after and jerm told me i looked flushed. busted.
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