I have about a thousand things to do today, some of which I forgot about (like paying bills) when I moved the stack of important papers to a different location after rearranging the den to accommodate the desk I put together last week. I rush around in the morning getting stuff done: laundry, bills, packing for a short trip, watering plants, putting out the trash. Finally, it's time to run to the bank, the gas station, the post office, and the store. I head out to the car and find ... dirt all over the inside of the car.
Oh, yeah. Muddy Princess 5k.
I run back into the house, grab a towel, rub down the seats as best as I can, then fold the towel onto the seat in case twenty-four hours later it's still damp from my muddy behind. I settle in and drive away, still noticing as I go splotches of dirt around the car's interior.
Once the last errand is complete, I am loading groceries into the back of the car when I notice something hanging from the bottom of my vehicle. Oh, please. I am about to drive two hundred miles round trip. Please, please, please don't let there be something wrong with the exhaust or worse.
I put away the shopping cart and approach the car, carefully peering underneath. Hanging off the car is a weed from the parking area at the mud run. Even the car's exterior is reminding me that I made a huge mess (but had a huge blast).
Things to remember for next year -- check the interior and exterior for signs of nature I might be taking home with me.
