When I was younger, I loved going through car washes. I though it was the coolest thing and loud and scary all at the same time. The first time I went through one, I screamed. It scared the crap out of me. I thought that the car was going to explode. I know I was very dramatic back then...
Sunday Jonathan and I went to fill up his tank. He was very proud of his jeep because he had just purchased these huge new tires that made his jeep look totally badass.
He decided that since their was bird poo on his hood, he would go through the car wash. I have to say, this was the best car wash ever. We had some cute love song playing on the radio, he grabbed my hand and just leaned over on my shoulder and kissed my neck as the water cascaded on the jeep. We just sat there in that position for a long time, kissing on occasion and being all mushy lovey dovey. The wax came on and as it squirted green and purple stripes on the window, I noted the beautiful moment of it all. Here I am, in a car wash, having a lovely time with the man I love. It was perfectly, squeaky, clean fun.