Sam bought replacement windshield wipers today and, just like his father used to do, decided that five minutes before it was time to go to work, he should try to put them on.
Mark drove me nuts with that. “Oh, don’t go to work just yet, I need to change the oil in your car,” and I’d be standing there in my high heels and blazer and wondering why after 20 years of knowing that doesn’t work, he still did it.
For Sam, it became an all-hands-on-deck operation and Michael managed to get them on well enough that Sam got to work on time.
When he gets home, we’ll see if we can get those little guards attached. Meanwhile, I’m hoping the drought holds out for another hour.