Our....... well.. MY tension level was pretty high this day.
Our second day in the car on the way to Austin.
I was angry, tired, stressed, and I did not want to leave Albq.
Jillian.. doing WONDERFULY in the car the entire time starts talking about a pretty window.
And how she made her window pretty.
I dont bother looking back. I just agree that things outside the window are pretty.
She eventually gives up talking to me because it is obvious I am not paying 100% attention to the words that are coming out of her mouth.
While looking at the windmills during the drive, I see crayola ALLLLLL over the window.
I got angry and reminded her that crayon belongs only on paper..
A few miles later I realized that crayon wipes right off.. and that I dont truly give a **** about the appearance of my car so long as it runs.
So I drew some lines too..