DH has gone to Atlanta for a meeting today. He took my car, and will be home tommorrow.
When I took Elijah out to play this morning, I noticed that the rear tire on his truck was flat. He had run over a screw somewhere.
So I drove the truck to Dad's across the street so he could air it up for me, and was going to get it plugged when we noticed a little snafu.
There is a large and deep tear in the side of the tire, just asking to blow out if driven.
I am glad he took my car! I don't think he knew he had a bad tire.
I didn't have to go anywhere today, but was going to go visit my friends at Macy's, whom I miss terribly, and show off Elijah!
Guess I won't now. I already don't like to drive a two seater truck with Elijah in it anyway. I don't however, like being cooped up.