I have a system when I need to go somewhere. I get in my car, put on my seatbelt, turn on my Lower Lights CD (have I mentioned how much I love them? LOVE THEM), back out and leave. It's not a complicated system, so it usually works.
I'll tell you what's NOT part of my system and that is hearing a funky noise while cruising down the street, pulling over only to discover that a missing part from the Titanic is sticking out of my left rear tire, deciding to leave it there and try to make it to the tire store for repair without getting a flat, having that plan fail with a dramatic *POP!* and a hiss, then while dealing with the massive disappointment that the sound was not in fact coming from a frosty can of A&W, pulling off to a side street to change my tire in sparkly flats and freshly coiffed hair. A discouraging scene indeed.
If you think I was intimidated though, think again. I am woman, hear me roar!
Apparently I'm also a woman who needs Botox and a clearer definition of "freshly coiffed hair". Anyway, here I am preparing to put the donut on - it's hard to do that and take a picture of yourself with your iPhone at the same time. Cute necklace though, don't you think?
While jacking up the car I got a little distracted by my cute shoes too.
It's a dirty job, but I bet if this is the worst thing Mike Rowe ever had to do he'd be stoked.
Not to worry, look what I keep in my door compartment! What? I drive a Honda Odyssey, what else would you expect me to put there?
All in all a pretty eventful morning. Four different people stopped and offered help but I declined - one told me I was "better than his wife" (If I had a nickel...) and another clapped for me. Nobody asked for an autograph, but I figure it's only a matter of time.