I was in line for the ferry this morning when a nice gentleman pointed out that my driver's side rear tire looked really low. I hopped out of the car and observed a nice little nail sticking out of it. I thought "so, this is going to happen this week". There are two ways to respond to something like this. Hysterical crying was not the route I chose. It was all kinds of lessons for me. I had to ask the ferry worker for help (can I park on the lower deck so I can off load first and go to the tire store?) and he was kind enough to tell me that he could have one of the engineers pump up my tire so it wasn't so low when I got off the boat and I would be able to get to the tire store. At Big O tires, they informed me that my worst fear was not true (I was thinking "new tires, $500") and they fixed it all up in 5 minutes. How's that for the grace of God? I was only 30 minutes late to work and everything else today was pretty good.
Tonight I came home to paint on my own. It was my mom's last day of school so she and my dad went out for a nice dinner and then went to get a barbecue. I got the ceiling in the kitchen and the entire hallway (ceiling and walls) painted. I am now one sore little Sarah so I am going to take myself off to a nice, hot bath.
Cheers everybody, only 2 days until vacation!