Some of you may have seen this picture on my Facebook timeline yesterday... (well, I'll be a son of a gun, I'm one of those people that likes that newfangled thing)
Ernest walked in yesterday, saying, "Mom, there's something in the tire." "Where?" I asked innocently. "Oh, you'll see it. It's pretty blatant."
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, that's some heavy metal. Handy Husband wished it had been in a front tire instead of a back one. "The fronts are down to their wear bars, but the backs could have gone for another 5,000 miles," he explained. Ah well, a new set of tires is arriving at the only local tire store tomorrow. Guess what I get to do.
So today was musical cars day. Obviously, Ernest's car was out of commission. Frank left for school in his car. Handy needed the truck. That left my car and Handy's fun car. I offered Ernest my car, a lowly automatic. He tried his best to negotiate his way into using his dad's stick but I held firm.
Turns out I had to drive out to snag Ernest at lunchtime to sign something for his visa for this summer's trip . Well, I'll be a blue nosed gopher, that sly boy finagled a car swap then. Hope he enjoys the ride home.
I went home to put together the packet of visa papers, and trudged off to the FedEx drop box. We were supposed to include a copy of his driver's license, but all he has is the temporary copy. Well, I'll be jiggered, guess what was in the mailbox when I got back? The actual license.
Welcome to one of those "well, I'll be" days.