irony

Yesterday: I went and got the Super Clean car wash. The suburban's innards were thoroughly wiped, vacuumed, polished, and shampooed. It was quite the ordeal and my beloved tank was shimmering and shining by the end.

This morning: Joseph and Sammy get into the car after church and, accosted by the smell of the clean car (which had, admittedly, begun to smell a little musty as the damp shampoo dried - I mentally made a note this morning to leave the windows open as it dries. It seems to me that an expensive car wash shouldn't HAVE such problems...but what do I know?), Joseph puked on the carpet.

I think the irony was lost on the boys, but if I hadn't been busy cleaning up regurgitated watermelon and chicken, I would've been laughing my head off.

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