I was right. |
This time I was on my own. I called my dad (1-800-DAD-HELP) to see if I could change the tire myself, even though I'd never done it before. He shot me down and told me to call for roadside assistance.
(Incidentally, my dad came up with a competing hotline to my 1-800-DAD-HELP, comprised of father-type figures that could help you out, called 1-800-ASK-A-DAD. This is why you should never let anyone know your business ideas.)
I waited in my car for Les Schwab, and graded papers for my class.
Les Schwab came and brought me some new giant tires so I could just drive over anything, and not worry about a flat ever again.
Just kidding! The guy just put on my spare, and didn't even say anything about my filthy car.
While we were working on payment, I looked across the street and saw that there was a tire store. I could have just pulled in there, and had the whole thing taken care of. OH WELL! That's how it goes sometimes. It would have been a better story if I had pulled in there. Then all of my flat tires could have been immediately taken care of by the kindness of the universe. In any case, the tire was fixed and I made it to sewing night.
So close! |
I'm so happy for her. On Saturday she had a party to celebrate, and a good time was had by all.
When you get a book deal, you have to cut cake for everyone. |
Chris is working the camera. He is great at "smizing" |
One of these people is aware of the camera. |
I did get some fabric the other day though. Exciting fabric even, not just solids!
My Project Modern quilt is under that towel. Not to hide it, but rather to protect it from Fritz. |
When I went to get the camera to take a picture of them, this happened.
What charming morning faces! |
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