Yesterday my secret lift was revealed. I decided to stop by my favorite store Green Front after work. I have this amazing hour and half before Doug gets off work to go do sketchy things. After our engagement party we decided we were not going to touch the house/go shopping for house stuff until after July 4th. I physically cannot restrain myself.
Do you blame me?
Then I walk outside and see the flat tire. Uh oh. I called Doug and told him where I was at. After trying to explain where it is located for 10 minutes with no comprehension I just told him "the really expensive store you hate". This was followed by some cussing.
Obviously I do not know much about flat tires. I thought you just grab them from underneath the car. Nope, that is not how it works. I have worked so hard to hide my boxes. I was not expecting someone would be looking and had not made my weekly recycling trip yet. Needless to say I was caught red-handed. Not only were there boxes but a rug.
How long can you drive with a spare? I would much rather buy that orange chair than a tire.
The moral of the story. Learn how to change your own flat tire.
Santa! It’s me, Stephie.
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