I went to the car wash today to clean out and vaccuum my van. It was, of course, a disaster. (As if you didn't know!)
That industrial strength vaccuum sucked up crayons, petrified french fries, dried leaves, Krispy Kreme wrappers (OK. OK. That was me. I'm guilty. You know how I love me some Krispy Kreme donuts!!), candy pieces dropped by El, unopened band aids, straws, paper clips, and . . . well, there was more, but that is all that I can think of off of the top of my head. I estimated that we were there for about 15 minutes.
But, I may have been mistaken.
You see, when I went to turn on the engine, all I heard was a faint click.
My battery was dead.
Which led me to 2 thoughts . . .
1) Was God trying to keep me at the car wash in order to prove a point to me? Did he want me to continue cleaning?? Is cleanliness next to godliness when it comes to minivans?
2) My husband was soooooo going to enjoy rubbing in the fact that my car was so stinking dirty that by the time I had cleaned it, I had drained the battery.
I contend that I need a new battery.
So, give it up . . . is your vehicle as bad as mine? Would you have had a dead battery after you cleaned your ride?