Well, yesterday, Barry and I were on our way to church... and our tire exploded. Keep in mind that we stayed up extremely late cooking (long story), so I was on the brink of being a very cranky girl. We pulled off to the side of the road, and my friend' story popped into mind. I started laughing, thinking that maybe they got stuck in the mud for this very reason... to show that even Mrs. Anti-morning could have a positive attitude about this. Realizing that we just happened to have our camera in the diaper bag, I pulled it out and snapped a few pictures.
We were stuck out in the hot sun for about half an hour because Barry couldn't get the lug nuts (I'm sure I spelled that wrong!) off.
THANKS BRAD!!! THANKS CHRISTINA!!! AND THANKS TO ANYONE ELSE I CALL FRIEND! You are ALL AMAZING!
2 comments:
Well, that was just way too nice on your part. I'm very impressed with your cheerfulness!
We love you guys.
So sorry about your tire. We used to blow a tire every trip we went on for the first two or three years we were married. So glad you got things taken care of.
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