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Originally posted by widgeon13
My wife can drive just fine. She has never had an accident. It's just that she looks at it as a car, a means of transportation and if it gets dirty or scratched or dented, it can be repaired or sold. As long as it still drives, she is happy. Drives me crazy.
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That has a lot to do with it, in my house. My wife loves her car, she named it, wants me to install all sorts of accessories on it, etc. But then her mind can switch over to some other mode, and before you know it she's feeding the kids friable foods and sticky liquids in the back seat without a care. So far I've had to clean up a pint of grape juice spilled in the front pass footwell, innumerable food remnants in the back seat, and some weird fluorescent pink stuff on the front pass leather (candy? had to use Goof-Off). Then she's suddenly back into "I love my car" mode.
Thing is, she's better than most of the women I know. Her car is actually quite clean (not without effort). Typically, among our friends, the mom-mobile is a most disgusting trash receptacle.
(no offense to lisa, who appears to be a saint among women)