That's really fun at 5:30 in the morning.
As we are pulling out of our yard, we notice there was an absolutely beautiful sunrise.
I drop Jameson off at my mom's, and head out to make my 90 mile drive to work. I'm running a little late, something that I always never, ever do, but traffic is good and I'm on my way.
A few miles into my journey, my "low tire" light comes on. Normally, I panic when this happens, but my 50,000 mile tires now have close to 90,000 miles on them. So, I've been having pretty frequent issues with some leaking...nothing that a can of Fix-a-Flat can't handle.
The steering and the handling of the car is fine, so I decide to keep driving.....and driving.....and driving. As I hit about mile 87 of my 90 mile drive, a car comes flying up beside me, honking his horn. I turn to look at him and he starts mouthing
"YOU HAVE A FLAT TIRE!!!!!"
OH CRAPPOLA! Now other people can actually see my flat tire...
It must be bad.
The car continues to handle well, so I decide to try to make it to my exit. There is NO WAY I am pulling over on I-20 near Atlanta. I DO NOT have a death wish! I see my exit in the distance, and ANOTHER car starts honking and waving
"YOU HAVE A FLAT TIRE".
I say "I KNOW, I KNOW!!" and continue to my exit.
Thankfully, I make it to my exit....where I have to wait a freakin' eternity few minutes for the light to change. When I start moving again, I can definitely tell something is wrong.....but I keep going.
I stop at the second light and wait forever. When I start up at this light, I KNOW there is something wrong.
All I hear is "Ka THUMP! Ka THUMP! Ka THUMP!"
I make it to my faithful BP Station, complete with an air pump. Some idiot man is blocking the air pump, so I sit there and wait, and wait, and wait.
About this time, Marty calls just to check on me. I start crying hysterically telling him about my journey, and he tells me to just go into the store and buy a can of Fix-a-Flat, and we will get the tire looked at tomorrow.
WEEEEELLLLL, this is what I saw when I got out of the car....
Ahhhh, yeah, I don't think Fix-a-Flat is gonna fix THAT!!!
I grab my stuff, lock up my car, and walk the rest of the way to work (only about a block).
The more I walked, the more upset I got. So, I did what every damsel in distress does.....
Calls her Prince Charming....
Here He Comes To Save The Daaaaaaay!
My dear, sweet hubby, left work, and drove ALL the way to my job to take care of my tire problem.
Isn't he the best?!!
Isn't she PRETTY? And I have three more JUST like her, too!
{{{SWOON}}}
I know what my $624.00 "extra" dollars this year went to!
(Sorry, no sexy panties this year honey!)