Instead, she called me an amateur. I was crushed.
(I am waaaaaay too lazy and busy to go back a year in twitter to link to the exchange. You will have to take my word on it. Or go back a year in twitter to find it yourself.)
So here we are, a year later. My kid is a year older, I am a year busier. (Wait, what?) Anyway, so my car has been accumulating crap. I managed to clean some of the crap out before adding more crap on a four-day spree we called a vacation.
Then my blogging idol? Invented a messy car contest. Okay, here we go. I'm bound to get her attention now. My car is a real trash bin right now.
So I decide to use the motivation to clean. Also? My dad would have to ride with us to the park and he wasn't going to sit on a case of water or ... how many times do you eat at McD, MommieV?
Here are some before shots:
|This is a different angle from the previous photo. Also, without the black work bag. Because you know, I have to go to work sometimes.|
|I think the sleeve of that jacket sticks out the door when its closed. I had someone honk at me on the interstate, and I think that's why.|
|Cheese. Among other things.|
|I didn't say it was totally clean, this was just after I'd worked on it for an hour.|
In her reply tweet, DaMomma called me an amateur because the goldfish crackers weren't something that could rot.
Okay, Liz, are you ready?
There is stuff growing on my back seat:
|This stuff is really fuzzy too. I'm sure it can make penicillin or something.|
Am I still an amateur now?