Anyway. Without fail, Utah has consecutively rained within 24 hours of when I've washed my car. Every time. Basically I don't wash my car at all in the Spring, because it'll rain the next day anyway, so it's a futile effort.
So yesterday I was like Okay. It's been like a month since it's rained, it's hot, it's sunny, not a cloud in the sky and I'm kind of starting to not be able to see out of my windshield. It's time.
Wrong, stupid girl.
It hasn't rained once in the past 24 hours... not twice... but three times. Normally I would be stoked out of my mind for it to rain three times in one day. We all know I'm basically in love with it.
But today I'm convinced that Utah planned some sort of cruel plot against me so that every time I went inside, the rain would sneak attack. Not only did I not get to play in the rain, but might I remind you about my Clean Car Curse.
First time it rained today? In the wee hours of the morning. I was asleep (surprise). Car damage? Not too bad, at least there weren't any dirt spots.
Second time? At work. Oh, and cute. You brought those dirt spots that you forgot the first time around. I appreciate your dependability.
Third time? Brought dinner to Lisa and Tyson, chatted for an hour or two, and left to find that it had poured, unbeknownst to me, while I was inside.
...While I had my windows down.
I laughed (out loud. 'Lol' to you old folk), got in my car, wet butt and all, and drove home.
Love me some rain. :)
p.s. Dear Rain, please don't think that this means that I love you any less. I adore you. Come visit more often, even if it's when I've just washed my car. At this point, it's like a cute inside joke between us, right?
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