Haha, funny you should post this. Just yesterday, I was talking about how I’d been having this strong desire to move to Arizona. Since I was born, raised, and still live in West Virginia, it’s difficult for me to imagine living anywhere (especially so far away from “home”!) where the mountains are considered a way to increase property value as marketing it was “real estate with a view,” rather than just part of everyday scenery.

Anyway, I found out that several family members on my father’s side live in Arizona, and that his own father spent time out there for the health of his lungs.

I said, “OH, OK! So maybe that’s why it’s been in my mind so much lately!”

Oh, hatred – nay, loathing – of washing my car is firmly embedded in my DNA. It confirms my suspicion that I am actually adopted, because my parents do not suffer from this car washing affliction.