Wednesday, June 25, 2008
So what do you do when you have 4 grumpy, tired, hot, thirsty, hungry kids and a big sharp piece of metal completely punctures your tire and you are not very close to your destination, and your husband is hundreds of miles away, and the last time you changed a tire was 10 years ago, and it was on a tiny honda civic, making it super easy, and now you have a beast minivan and the tire is impossible to remove as is the retarded spare underneath the stinking car???
I called in the super-hero AKA my Dad. Within a few minutes he was there, and after our little adventure, fixed me up with another tire, and sent us on our way. Truly he is Mr. Incredible.
THANKS DAD- you are my hero!