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So yesterday I asked Mom if it was okay if I went over and washed my car today. She said sure. I asked if everything I needed was easily found/out. She said yes.

Evidently she thinks you don't need a sponge, a bucket or a nozzle for the hose to wash a car. *headdesk* So really Jazz got rinsed off and I managed to scrub the patch tar off his door. Really if I'd found a bucket I would have been okay. I used a rag to get the tar off and used my thumb to spray the water from the hose.

So today at work I'm going to buy a bucket and a sponge and hope for good weather tomorrow as well. Might buy touch up paint too. He's got a scratch on his door that might need it and two chips on the hood. Poor car.

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So I'm watching Ghost Hunters. And they're in my neck of the woods, sort of, in NH at least. At the Mt. Washington Hotel. Which when I was younger I think my Dad said he'd take the family to stay at sometime just to say we did. Now I'd have to say I'm glad we never got around to going.