Sometimes I wish I were a boy, like when you have car problems. This is assuming boys know about cars. I was driving on a toll road yesterday, coming from a visit home, and I heard some sort of clanking noise of sorts. So, I slowed down, pulled over and checked things out. Everything looked ok, so I got off onto the slower roads and limped home. I didn't go over 40 mph, and my car was shaking something terrible. As soon as I got home, my driver side back tire was hissing and quickly losing air. Apparently, a huge strip of the tread (whatever that means) on the tire had peeled away and I was down to the bare tire 12 inches around. So thankful it was no more than a tire, so thankful it did not burst on the interstate, but merely shredded just a bit.
I was able to get it changed out without shelling over a huge amount of money. I got to meet up with friends to play volleyball, and make it to my work Christmas party which I will probaby not be attending in the future. Not my scene, been there and done it, so now I'm good for the next several years.
Had Christmas this weekend at home. Now the family is up north, enjoying the pre-Christmas festivities with extended family. I did not think I would be too sad, but I think I'm gonna miss being around up there and just hanging out. Not a big fan of change.