I unhooked my truck on Sunday to go fill it up and run it through the car wash. It's not a task I enjoy, so as I drove out of my way just for a fill up, I started whining a bit. I was thinking about the thousands of dollars I spend each month on this crazy horse life and began to wish that I was one of those people whose fingernails are always clean. Who doesn't stink every single day on the drive home. Who doesn't have hay in all of her pockets and usually her hair.
Yes, life is expensive, but I think I've got a good one.