Yep, it started out
ok, packed up the
seats and delivered them to UPS. Then, While parking at our usual lunch spot, Cheryl noticed a rather large "
bulge" along the side of the tire. A couple of weeks ago, we hit a pothole and lost our hubcap. But the tire seemed intact so I just made sure the air was proper and called it a
relatively harmless incident. Now, C
heryl is the kind of person that does not notice FLAMES coming from under the hood! So when she notices something and mentions it to me,
I'm instantly panicked! SO... My bright idea: lets go home, and change the tire with the spare. In the light, near the tools, near the heat. Sounds good, right? You probably know the punch line! First, I could not find the handle to the jack. Then the
spare tire is FROZEN to the car. ( I'm still baffled on how that much ice got in there to surround the spare)
It snowed ( not much, but just enough)
it got colder ( not much, but just enough) We still needed to go out for an elongated seat, So with the new spare on, we go out. 15 miles from home, the s
tore does not have the seat,
and the spare tire goes flat on the highway, in the
dark, cold, snow! No problem, ( I'm in denial at this point) there is a gas station just next exit. We'll inflate the tire be good as new. Of coarse! the air hose
is out of order! By this time I'm insane! The spare now has the tire
popped off the rim and I end up
putting the bulging old tire back on. In the cold, ( by now,
very cold) windy ( now
it's windy!) snow ( its
REALLY snowing now)
And it is dark! So the seat will have to wait till
Monday and I will spend tomorrow getting the old tire AND the spare fixed. As for the rest of the night, I'm going to sit really still and try not to breath!
with only 4 tires and no spare. Easy! Yep, That's right, We got a flat tire and our spare is still messed up from last time. Now a wise man would have fixed the spare when they fixed the last flat. Or 
better yet, they would have gotten all new tires and replaced the old ones. Ah, But I'm not wise you see. And how often does a tire go flat? Well, long story short, We must have run over something and the tire went flat before we got to the store. After failing to re inflate it with our emergency compressor, We drove home and totally ruined the flat tire now beyond comprehension. FUBAR! My only consolation is that I now know that adults are just as dumb as teenagers. because I have not gotten any smarter in my old age! At least Cheryl talked 
me into driving it home instead of walking in the dark , in the rain, and approx, 8 miles. Now we must figure out a way to fix a shredded tire on a Sunday with no spare or money in the bank! Yeah! Oh, and I did manage to carve tonight. After all that, I still have to make the Doughnuts. Hope your weekend is better than mine!
