Day 5

So, today I drove my best friend Lindsay and two of her friends to the airport as they were heading to Washington DC to visit a friend. The thing was, my mom was being a real b-word about the whole process, as she usually is when it is related to me... and driving. Which is dumb because I'm a pretty competent driver and have even driven with her to the airport before, so she knows I can do it. Anyway, after many tufts, she finally agreed to let me take the car. So, you would think my nice thing would be that I woke up early and fought with my mom in order to be able to do a favor for my best friend. However, this is not the case. I just didn't feel right using it as my nice thing because Lindsay had asked me and I, as a good friend, felt it was the least I could do for her. So, instead, I took the money Lindsay gave me for gas and refilled the tank for my mom and then I noticed that her back window was so dirty and grimy that I could barely see through it. So, in exchange for her finally swallowing her feelings and letting me take the car, I bought my mom a car wash. Now, if you've ever been to Wisconsin in January, you're probobly saying to yourself, Betsy you're an idiot, no one gets a carwash in 18 degree whether with slush on the ground. And this is mostly true because the car got dirty again the second I drove on the street. However, the windows were spotless. I also cleaned the whole inside for her and threw out old orange peels someone had left in there (so clean dad)

When I picked up my mom from work, she didn't seem to notice. I asked her if she liked seeing clearer. She was still confused so I told her I got her a carwash and she just kind of nodded and said thanks. Not quite the reaction I was going for, but then again, that isn't the point of my nice acts.

Alright, so what joy did I find in my nice act? Well, Car Washes have always been my favorite. I remember when I was little and my dad would always spring for the expensive ones because they had three color foam and it was my favorite to see the entire car covered in pink yellow and blue stripes of foam and to smell the wax. So there was my joy, looking back on a fond memory of my dad. I also showed my mom that I can take care of the car, leaving her more inclined to let me use it later.

So congrats Mom. You don't even know it but you're my Tuesday!

Be Nice ;)