Day 25 – A first, in great detail

Okay. A first.

This is Carl. I have written about him before.

Carl is my first and current car. We have been through a lot in our four years together. I've cried my heart out in Carl, I've nearly gotten in accidents with Carl, I've been pulled over in Carl, I've been in the scariest situations of my life (the snow) with Carl. Carl has been a good friend. 

Unfortunately, I don't think he would say I have reciprocated. I put a sticker on Carl when I was 16, and although I loved it at the time, I kind of regret sticking it on Carl's derriere. I want to be more hardcore than a flower. Hence this sticker: 

That's right. 

Also. A few months ago, I had this bright (read:stupid) idea to give Carl a touch up job, since he was all scratched up from his previous owners. I guess the picture is self-explanatory enough, but if you're blind, I am a horrible painter. Horrible, horrible. Luckily, my neighbor stopped me before I did more damage, although it's pretty bad. 

The other day, Carl's battery died, ironically in a handicapped parking spot, because I thought I was only going to be there for a minute. Which turned out to be an hour, waiting for AAA (apparently I am bad with directions). It wasn't that big of a deal, but it made me think of how sad I will be when this little car dies for real. 

Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail

Chaffing. 
Oh. My. Gosh. It is the worst thing in the world. I seriously tear up when it happens to me, or when I can feel it starting to get bad. I've recently started training for a race (the length will not be disclosed because I heard once that if you share your goal with too many people, you lose your enthusiasm for the actual goal...And I've actually been doing pretty good training in recent days! PS It's longer than a 5K) so I have experienced my share of chaffing lately. I don't even ride bikes anymore because of my fear of chaffing. It makes me feel really bad for babies with wet diapers because they can't even do anything about it, like change pants or stick vaseline up there or even move for that matter. And probably, it would hurt more than running a few miles.

Plucking. 
I don't know about anybody else but everytime I pluck/wax my eyebrows, my eyes uncontrollably water. It is super embarrassing when I go to a salon and the lady doing the dirty deed can witness it too. I can't control it, and seriously, I can take that kind of pain, easy. Mostly.

Onions. 
These also make me cry. But it is really a painful cry. For the longest time, I didn't believe anyone when they said onions make your cry. I would even chop onions in the wrong direction in an attempt to experience this phenomenon. Except for this one time  when I stupidly cut an onion open and then vigorously started rubbing my eye. In my defense, it was itchy. But also incredibly stupid. I did cry, if you are wondering, and it felt like I was crying acid or something. It hurt.