Coming home from work this past Wednesday I had a blowout to the left rear tire. The spare was fixed to the undercarriage at the rear of the car. It was the most pathetic, bedraggled-looking little donut tire ever. It appeared not much more reliable than an actual donut. And a donut with sprinkles might have had more traction. Another disconcerting question entering my mind was: Should I be able to squeeze the tire with my bare hand? Anyway, I got the spare on and Judy came to the rescue with some fix-a-flat. And that folks, was the very first tire I'd ever changed.
So, two things I've only done once in my life are: changing a tire and changing a diaper (about 20 years ago). Guess which one made me gag.
Welcome family and friends. Here is my blog. It just seemed like the thing to do, you know? Peer pressure. Kidding! It's great this is catching on amongst all the cousins. Sure is difficult these days to stay out of touch, no? I kid, I kid! Best wishes to all
3 comments:
oh zach. did you want to babysit Jill this week? she poops about 6-7 times a day!! that'll break you in. :)
Zach, I'm looking forward to some interesting monologue about the trip to Hawaii. You always have such an interesting take on things. By the way, I helped change a tire one time and I gagged.
I have never changed a tire, but I bet I would gag too. I have however changed so many dirty diapers that I lost count after about 1,000!!!
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