sometimes I write crabby things on this blog
So if the design doesn't give it away, I have a secret to tell... (sssssshhhhh)
I have issues.
And the #1 person smack in the crosshairs 24/7 is my loving husband (he knew what he was getting into), the Significant Other, otherwise known as the guy who listens to Dave Ramsey too much and therefore won't let me get new windows until we can actually pay for them.
He also won't let me get a new deck, new porch, new garage door sans hole, new floors, new bedroom furniture and remodeled bathrooms. But who's counting?
Anyway...
Today I had a flat tire. Big nail. But that's not the cool part.
The cool part is that it was the tail-end of a blizzard, very cold and snowy/sleety, and I was way across town, and it's so freaking awesome to know I can call him, no matter what, and he'll show up and roll up his sleeves and jack up the car and fix everthing and just generally be husband-ish.
(He showed up and there I was, grinning like an idiot, chowing a gas-station egg salad sandwich and swigging Lipton peach tea. No worries. I knew who would do all the work.)
Here are a few pictures:
IMAGE 1: Yes, Katie. It's flat. Did you drive on it? Only a little? Well how sort of stupid of you. Why did you park against the wind?

IMAGE 2: Okay, almost got it. Hey Katie, how about you quit trying to hide all the stuff from Toys R Us you didn't want me to see in the back of the car, then get out of the car, so this thing doesn't fall on me. Did you engage the parking brake? Come on over here and look at what I'm doing in case you ever have to do it yourself. Katie? You're not paying attention are you? You'd just sit on a deserted road and wait for someone to come kill you instead of change a tire yourself, wouldn't you. You would? Of course.

Then he followed me all the way to the tire place, to make sure I was okay, then carried in the offending tire with one hand.
I love him!!!
LOOK CLOSER: See that spot on the tire? BIG FREAKING NAIL. It was like a rivet on the Titanic. (Or at least what I would imagine one looked like, having never actually, well... you know.)

