I just have to get this off my chest.
Yesterday, we had to have dental work done. The car's outdoor thermometer read 114 at the worst. It was so hot that even in the A/C Jack was sweating and soaked his cast. Bad. Bad, bad, bad.
Then, last night my tire indicator came on. The back left tire looked low, but okay. We drove home with the intention of filling it along the way and Piper started freaking out that she was going to pee in her pants so we rushed home and forgot about it.
John got up this morning and it's flat. Totally flat - on the rim, in the garage.
He took it off and got the spare out from underneath where it rests. It's flat, too.
We have roadside assistance, but they can only tow from home. After about a half hour on hold we finally find a service station that will BRING US air for the tires - and in that amount of time we see that there are two huge slashes in our tires. (I asked if they looked intentional and John said no - they're on the inside). Then, he said the flat has a slash in it, too.
He goes out to the garage to put the regular tire back on (he's hoping to inflate it and find somewhere that has an appointment today to buy a new tire in town) and Jack flips over and smacks his face on the floor and starts gushing blood from his mouth.
I'm DONE. It's 9:25 and I'm freaking done for the day. To top it all off, we were supposed to go to a friend's house today and couldn't because of the heat and the cast. Ever have one of those days when you just want to go back to bed?
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