Tired of Tires

I had another almost flat tire earlier tonight and I've finally decided to cave on waiting any longer to get it looked at. Not that I haven't gotten handy about making my way to various gas stations in my area to take advantage of seventy-five cents worth of three minutes of air, but there's only so much worrying a girl can do when driving around.

Besides that, the internal voice that is my mother has been chastising me for weeks to get this done. No offense meant to my Mom of course, as I love her much more than broccoli, lima beans, and brussel sprouts all put together, but honestly... Enough already.

I hear you!

Okay?

Oh and just for the record, Happy that holiday in February...