So, one of the most fascinating things about living across the street from a car wash is, of course, the cars. The people who choose to drive the cars seem relatively normal even if their cars are weird. People, in general, need some outlet of self-expression and these people have chosen their cars as that outlet. I seriously doubt that their houses are painted to resemble, say, a package of peanut M&Ms or a pack of Black and Milds. Their cars, however, resemble the ‘hood version of NASCAR. They are painted to resemble pretty much anything you can buy in a gas station. One car, the one that gave this post its title, I saw at least different times at the car wash yesterday. Thus earning it post title status. There is nothing special about the paint job on this particular car, but, across the back window is a giant decal of the state of Louisiana and the words “Louisiana Throwdest Hater Hurter”. Maybe this guy is in the hiphop version of Most Darkest.

The car itself is what White Chocolate calls a “Big Booty Car”. You know the kind. Some kind of sedan, Ford or Chevy typically, that, rather than being lowered, has been lifted and giant wheels added. They sort of resemble a Matchbox cop car that the 7-year-old owner has removed the wheels from and added the wheels from a pick-up in order to play in the dirt fort in the backyard. Perhaps, my explanation is failing to describe them properly. Hold on a second…okay. Here you go:

Does that help? I thought it might. I have been thinking that I might start a photo collection of these cars. That’s how many of them there are. The best part about them, in my opinion, is the catchy little slogans that they almost all have. Things like:

I’m lovin’ it.

Livin’ large.

Smooth and Bold.

Brilliant. Anyways, I’ll let you when I start accosting the car wash patrons in order to photograph their cars. Or else I buy a telephoto lens and snap photos of them from the privacy of my own home. Either way, you’ll be the first to know.

So, yesterday was a day filled with doing a lot of nothin’. Not really nothin’, if you go by the heavy crossed-out list of stuff to do on my dry erase board, but it felt like I did nothin’. Sure, I paid bills and took a shower and finished trimming out Pancake Land’s new office door, but I also manage to accumulate enough couch time to burn through 150+ pages of The Half-Blood Prince.

Today, is a different story all together. I’ve got stuff to do today. I have got to find somewhere to eat on assignment. I’ve got to make this week’s menu and go grocery shopping. I’ve got to bake some cookies, because I finished off the last of the sugar cookies yesterday. Not to mention, the remaining 400 or so pages of Year 6 of Harry Potter. So much to do. At some point in the early afternoon, I need to ensure that Prince Jazzbo wakes up in order for him to go take of Teacher Sis’s dog Patches. Jeez, it’s like being the King of Zamunda, I’ve got so much to do. I can’t bear to leave you on this note today, so I’ll pass along something that Pancake Land sent to me. The subject line of the email read “This Is a Man Sandwich”. The subject line could not nearly express the gravity of the manliness of this sandwich. Click here to read about how to make Shooter’s Sandwich: Umami Explosion!

Well, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Have a wonderful rest of the weekend. More soon. ~SC