Why I'm not in charge of car stuff

This weekend was full of getting stuff done. I got several loads of laundry done, baked cookies


And made a yummy smoothie with spinach (gotta get my spinach everyday) blueberries, banana, yoghurt and flax seed.

But I also wanted to wash the car and the local VW place does free car washes on Saturdays if you bought your car there. You usually have to wait a while but it is right next to the bike path so you can get a nice walk in while you are waiting.

I wasn't sure what to do when I got there so I waited for a nice salesman to help me out. He told me to just put my name and what kind of car I had down on the waiting list. All of a sudden I realized that I had no idea what kind of car I have. I looked at the list of cars that other people had written to hopefully spark something and when I saw Passat I remembered that my mom had a Passat when I was in high school but I was pretty sure that I didn't have a Passat. So I looked back at the guy and said, "I'm so sorry but I'm not sure what kind of car I have.". My man would have been mortified and the salesman looked pretty shocked but he asked me kindly which car outside was mine. I told him the grey one and he told me, "you have a Jetta". So now I just need to remember the next time I get a free car wash that I have a Jetta.

I'll just chalk that one up to "pregnancy brain" even though most of us know that it had nothing to do with it.