Why do I try?

If you haven't really noticed, it hasn't been an amazing two months for my car's health. If your thinking cap hasn't been screwed on very tight, I'm rather concerned about the maintenance of my Civic. Ok, more like obsessive compulsive. (You're abnormal too you know.) Well, as if seatbelt slammers and hail isn't enough, someone scuffed my bumper. My child is getting raped! It isn't fair! It's like everything and everyone spites my car!

To see just how bad it was, I washed it. It was about time too. Stupid Taylor and stupid Indiana and their lack of acceptable places to wash my car. Moving on... I had it all cleaned up and went inside to eat dinner and check COS 250 grades. I went out to the garage, and I found my car covered in muddy cat footprints! Bah! Scooter I blame you! Not because it is really your fault, but because you seem to think I need a cat to soothe me. Oh well, I suppose with a little Meguiars Quik Detailer and microfiber clothes it will be good as new, but ahhhh the frustration.