I spent over four hours today on car-related activities. It wasn't fun. And the joy was not compounded when I had to ask the guy where my future tires and windshield wipers were made. Yes folks, my car earned an F on the inspection...which translates in a "fail." That was actually a blessing in disguise as my wipers have been defunct for months now. Do you know how difficult it is to say, "My husband and I are boycotting China. Can you tell me where that's made?"
Easier just to think it. Or to type it. Oh, so much easier.
I'm looking forward to the next torrential downpour so I can test out my new Mexican or Korean (he wasn't sure) wipers. ;)