I should be blogging about being transformed but I feel caught between the Starship and some planet that was on that Star Trek show.

I should be blogging about being transformed but I feel caught between the Starship and some planet that was on that Star Trek show.

I had to clean my car.  Madison Care Car, who changed my oil Tuesday, will not believe I attempted this….  

First, tried to find Derrick’s phone number. The one in my cell was no longer working.  

Then my husband and I independently spent 2 days working on it (Madison Car Care and Derrick will believe that.) John’s bought this new product that he’s kittens about. He scrubbed and buffed it inside and out yesterday.  Amazing. I went outside and saw this..  

My 2004 Suburban was transformed into a Lamborghini.

 Not really.  

I took this waiting for my friend in Atlanta for lunch the other day. Just to look like a hick to the young impeccably dressed guy talking very loudly on his cell next to me.  

But John did have my carlooking real purty.  

Not mine. But could be mine, if I stepped out the door and took a picture.

Today I went to clean out her innards.  

Gross.  

I decided the best tactic was to position her between two machines and pay twice. Once for the left side of the car. Then use the other machine for right side. For $2.00 in quarters, it was a good move.  

Got around to the right side of the car and this is what I saw.  

Anyone care to guess what this says?

 Reading top to bottom..  

I love Tebow <3 <3 <3      The artist signature is on the arm…Joe

How did I know that what it said? Because I know my Joe. And I know our Tebow.  

This was two minutes ago. Had my daughter take this because Tebow does this all the time when I am trying to work..  

She did a good job of keeping all my cr*p out of the shot per my instruction.

Looks amazing like my life (take away the old witch’s hand attached to my wrist — some one’s idea of a cruel photoshop joke).  

I know what that scrawling on the car says because I know my son and his crazy little mind.  

God knows us like that.  

He sees our scribble on the car seat and smiles. Though anyone else (like my husband) would scream.  

I still can’t remember that “beam up” thing on Star Trek. The transformer?  

I know that’s not right.