My wife is latin, so any car with two doors is deemed “anti-seugra”, roughly translates, a car bought by a man that dislikes his mother in law. Anywhoo, I put new shoes on the wife’s Armada a couple of days ago, and decided to prep the new tires and coat them with tuff shine. And it needed a wash. So I got up at 7 this morning, and went to work. Just was going to scrub the tires, quick outside ONR, and do the interior later. Which is like the bottom of a purse, total mess. I was just on the last two panels of the ONR, and she had to go somewhere. I said take the mustang. Flat out refused, and went into a tirade about how uncomfortable the mustang is, and it’s too small. She’s 5’0” if that and 98 pounds. She hates my car. So now I have a wife driving around in an Armada that is a poor reflection on me. First world problems.