This was the outcome of Aaron "seal job":
But wait, there's more! Because of course my '07 Honda Civic (which is still in great condition) has a spare tire in the trunk under the "secret door". Which resulted in this:
Thank you to this delicious dessert eatery! (in Bethel, CT)
So that outing saved the day. I texted Aaron who was at work letting him know what had happened in my trunk. It went something like this...
Me- "OMG Aaron! the freaking old piant can lid wasn't on and it spilled all over my trunk!!"
Aaron- "No way I put it on tight" *note no punctuation used*
Me- "I'm about to lose it. It seaped down into where the spare is. It's everywhere"
Aaron- "And you shld nev put stuf like that in trunk" *blame shift*
He went on to say it's not worth arguing about. He said that after I said "well I guess we should just install a camera in my trunk for NEXT TIME and we'll see whose fault it was". See how I used the comedies? That's so I wouldn't start weeping. On a lighter note Aaron finally got a new cell phone this weekend. This has been a major point of contention for probably 2 years because the normal texts I get from my husband look like this "wil u sckuba dive w me on honeymoon". Scary content. And not just because I'm afraid of water and "Sckuba diving". I'm still not sure if he meant "scuba" or if it's some weird new thing I don't even know about yet. I didn't reply to that ellusive mess.
Well it's Monday and what better way to start your day than find a bald eagle or some kind of anicent dinosaur bird pooped on yor car because you haven't been able to park your car in your garage for 3 months? Thanks bird!!