Have you ever heard the phrase, Eating Crow? Or The Taste of Crow never tasted so good, etc? Well I think I am one getting good at eating crow. Not the real bird :), just the fact that I’ll say something, (ie I’ll never marry a guy with a kid, but that turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve made) and then you/I wind up doing it after all. Yeah, something like that.
So anyway recently my hubby had been driving my car. I got in and what did I see? A nice big blue streak across the seat…
Can’t say I was the happiest about this discovery either. I started grumbling and asking hubby what he got on my car seat. We’ve debated if it was pen, paint, chalk, who knows. I blamed him for it though, that’s for sure.
So this morning when I went to get dressed, I noticed there was something on the pocket of my jeans. Oh crap, I might actually be the culprit of the blue on my car seat. Crap crap crap.
|PS that is a black arrow I drew on the picture to show the blue spot… just sayin….|
I just so happen to be the one in our house who likes blue ink. Now, does anyone know how to get blue ink off tan leather seats?