I have a new love. It is called drive thru oil change and it is now one of my best friends.
My van is serviced and taken care of and I didn’t have to get my kiddos out of the car. No unbuckling, dragging girls with me, and trying to entertain them in a tiny lobby filled with old sports magazines. Nope, Miss 3 and Fat Happy Walker were both fastened in and unable to commit any shenanigans that would’ve potentially added to my gray hair growth.
I just pulled in and two good looking guys gave me a newspaper and a “free” beverage.
And they washed my windshield.
Seriously it was almost as good as getting a pedicure. (which I have also learned to love in recent months.)
If you’re thinking this was probably too expensive, I have one word for you: coupon.
I will be back my dear new friends, this I promise you. And I will be back on time, because if I am, you’ll give me an additional $8 off. yipee.
