Worst Part of the Day - Imagine this. You get yourself to the gym for a 8:15 a.m. yoga class. As you are pulling in to the parking lot, you note there are not many spaces. So you pull up to the curb. You MIGHT have been singing and dancing to some lame song, so you're not paying 100% attention. Suddenly a BANG and a WOOSH. Uh oh. You get out of the car to find the passenger side tire on the front side totally shredded. So then I called my roadside assistance and they sent someone to change my spare. He couldn't get the lug nuts off so I have to dive ON THE RIM to the next door (THANK GOD) Firestone place. They get the lug nuts off asap with some gun thang. But they don't have my tires in stocks. SO I take a chance and drive that sucker to the Honda dealership and they are (whew) able to get me right in and get 'er done. So let's review - no workout, slashed tire and expen$e to fix it. Great morning! And when should I tell Erik? His mood is so crappy right now - I might have to wait a few (years) days. But really can you believe that the tire was ruined at 8:15 a.m. and by 10:02 a.m. I was out the door with a new tire? Not too shabby!!
Best Part of the Day - We went to an ingenious birthday party. It was at a restaurant so I was worried - but we had a basement room (with gate!) with plenty of games and drawing implements. It was all buffet of salad, pizza and chicken tenders. My children were still quite crazy (I mean how are they to know that all the presents are not for them?) - but it was a contained crazy and made a grey, rainy day MUCH better!!!
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