When I was backing up to park my car last night when I got home, I noticed that Ace was looking at my back tire kind of weird. You know, turning his head a bit, trying to figure something out?
I got out of my car, and I hear this hissing sound. It sounds like someone has popped a beach ball or something. Great.
I make Marc go outside to see what it is, and apparently, I had a huge gash in my tire from a rock.
Like the wonderful husband that he is, he took my car to my brother’s so he could get a better look at it. So, now I’m driving on my spare tire while he takes it to the shop to get it plugged today.
I know – it’s gross. That’s what the bottom of my car looks like, I suppose. Oh, the joy of living on a dirt road! =.)
I love my country life, though! Wouldn’t trade it for anything! =.)
Hopefully, it’ll be all fixed with 4 normal tires by tomorrow! =.)