>Good Morning to Me!


Woke up. Ugh.
Grabbed diet coke. Yum.
Got in truck. Drove said truck. Said….hrmmmm, mushy. Stopped truck. Got out.
Flat tire. Not low. FLAT.
Son of a…….
Ok. On a hill. Got out of truck, brought diet coke, sat on deck, sent boss an email–gonna miss the meeting. Then grabbed neighbor lady and we began tire change attempt #1.
Obtained pineapple juice.
Grabbed other neighbor and began tire change attempt #2.
Now to get the friggin' railroad spike out of my tire.


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