She elects the more long-winded car wash this morning and I courteously arrange myself in the cookies readiness postion.
She’s all over the Windex wipes, detailing the air vents on the dash. I know she wants to go at the CD changer with dental implements. I begin gathering cobwebs as I wait. And wait. Nothing. If I could have a superpower I would select blinding speed, but apparently I’ve been granted invisibility.
Finally, during the dry cycle, I get some Parmesan oaty snacks.