morgi3: Our Big Ol' Sparkle

Ever since this hard to ignore adorableness arrived like the new baby, (no blame on Cooper) this poor "older child" has...has....it's too sad to say....been......neglected. Oh. It's horrible.

Cooper gets washed at least 3 times....a week. At.Least. Now, I am not complaining. Who can complain about that? Seeing as it only takes about 10 minutes to wash it entirely, there's just nothing to complain about. I like to wash him, but if I want to, I have to sneakily steal the job away from Dad. Running little joke in the house; Dad is obsessed with the cleanliness of my car. He's always cleaning it, for me:) It's too nice of him:) I appreciate it abundantly.

The Burb though? Well I'll sadly admit, we couldn't even remember the last time he had been washed. Oh, the shame. He's just so big and it takes so long and...and...well, we're just lazy. And rude. We all should take the blame for it.

Pre-Cooper baby and lazy bum-hood (not intended for Dad), Burb was kept so clean, he always had a twinkle in his headlights. Dad would even be out on saturday nights, midnight even, cleaning the Burb for church the next morning. Burb always looked fresh out of the secret service OoOb3r sharp line-up. SO snazzy clean. Ridiculous clean. SO ridiculous, no one ever believed that that Suburban carried a family with 7 kids! Rare were those dirty days. But lately, those dirty days were the norm.

That ended today. Actually, tonight. We have been saying everyday for the past....2 weeks-ish that the Burb "needs to get washed today!" And then it rains. Rain.Delay. Poor Burb.

Today, we just couldn't take it anymore. On the way home (in the ol' faithful Burb) from running errands, we were contemplating a visit to the car wash. But, it was 8:30 at night. So we all agreed, that once we returned home, instead of finishing watching The Last Song, we were going to give the rest of the night to the Burb. After all, he so deserved it.

This, we did. We pulled in the driveway, dropped bags inside, and picked up sponges. It was so fun. And sad.

I gave myself scrub brush-bug duty and began a scubbin an scatchin at them buuugs. Mmm. Ya'll, there were soooo many it was, soooo.....sad. I can't believe we let Burb get that bad. We all did our best as our sorry selves shamefully scrubbed and lathered ol'Burb in the long awaited suds. 2 washes, loads of bug scrapin, 4 tire spic-n-spanin, lots of late night car wash spirited

songs (yes, that is a genre) and 4 non-accidentally soaked car washers later, dirty Burb, was sparkling in the moonlight. I think I actually saw some happy tears roll down those big head lights.

We childishly sprayed each other a hysterically long amount of time more, stopping when we felt our hair just couldn't be sopping any more. The whole event looked like a celebration

straight out of victory lane.

At 9:30 now, we piled in dripping Burb and took a drive-dry cruise 'round the neighborhood.

10:00 sneaks on by and Burb is all done. Car washers (and car) are gleaming joyfully at our fantastic work and sing along to 1 more song (this song as a matter of fact) before throwing the towels in. Literally.

It was a good day. Not only for me, but the car too:)

Dear Burb,

You look awesome. (you're welcome;) I'm sorry you had to look that way. How humiliating that must have been. Please take this as my sincere apology and, my sincere vows. Here it goes:

I Promise:

to never ever ever ever ever ever ever again let you look like a mack truck that's been bumpin down the freeway for a good long month.
I will make sure you always look ready to participate in the Royal motorcade (you'd be the one carrying the Queen).
You will always look like a true Mechling owned car. You deserve it because well, for starters, you're the transportation for us and, you rock.
We will always proudly say your name when asked what car bustles our family of 9 around.
We will always proudly show you off an abundantly, unhealthily amount. Always. Happily. Really though, even when you do look like a mack truck, we still love ya just as much. Probably actually more;)

Burb, we couldn't live without you. Really, we like, couldn't. We appreciate you so much and from now on, we're gunna show it.

What I'm really trying to say is, well, you're awesome. Yea.

Go on,