I got up this morning (on time actually) and thought… hey…. this day might actually be going in the right direction.  I take Anna Grace to nursery school and head home.  I had it figured out that I would do some housework and then I would have some fun. 

Fun (noun): me sitting in front of fireplace with unending diet coke supply and lots of knitting in my lap.  To meet the full definition of "fun" TiVo remote must be within arms reach.

I pull in the garage, get out of the car and hear a strange hissing noise. I thought "Oh, the sprinkler system is just going off".  Then I had a bad, bad feeling.  Why?  Because we don’t have a sprinkler system.  I looked and I looked and I realized that the sound is coming from my car.  A moment later I realized it was coming from my tire.  My hint?  Watching the back of my car sink to the ground.  It was happening that fast.

It might be important to note that this is our second flat tire in one month.  And the tires aren’t all that old. Ya know.  That little detail might just help you feel the full and complete joy that this experience has brought to my rather humble little life.  Just sayin’.

So here I am. At home.  Child must be picked up at nursery school in 3.5 hours and I have no drive-able car.  So I call the hubster.  He was helpful but there was always this undertone that said….
"I have meetings"
"I have robots to play with"
"Won’t the robots get mad?"

Mind you, he didn’t say those things but I got the message.  It was at this point I got to have one of those really fun moments in marriage.

Ya see, when we got married I was a single girl driving all over tarnation as a home health nurse. If my car broke down I could be in the inner city watching a gang war before my very eyes or stuck in the middle of nowhere wondering if I was on the set of Deliverance.  Now I was a smart single girl and I had me a guardian angel called Triple A.

Then we got married. Dana said we didn’t need such things as Triple A because our insurance would reimburse any tow truck etc. I said that’s fine if you know the name of a tow truck guy to call and what if it’s just a flat tire, and what if you don’t have your wallet, etc.  I didn’t win.

Fast forward to today when my husband said he wondered if you could call somebody to come to the house and change the flat, etc so he didn’t have to go pick up Anna Grace and miss his meetings and his special robot time.  I had waited 9.5 years for this moment.

I chirped and  giggled and squealed as I announced "You can if have Triple A".  And I had so much fun.

Until the man called Les Schwab and found out they actually offered this as a service as long as you come in and fix the tire with them and then he can send in any charges for this service to the insurance company thus meaning that he wins this round. 

Drat.  Foiled again.

OK, fine.  So in trying once again to make this into a positive experience I think that at least I don’t have to do any housework before the knitting can commence.  The little Les Schwab guy will come, put the spare tire on the car, I’ll go to Les Schwab and knit while they fix/replace the dead tire. 

Good plan.  See, everything works out.  I was lucky that the tire waited to go flat until I got home and, bonus, I get to knit while the whole thing is being fixed.  It is still a good day.

Well, not quite.

Matt, the little fix it guy from Les Schwab, comes and changes my tire.  I grab my purse, my diet coke and my knitting bag and I head on over.  I get the car checked in, perch myself in a comfy little chair and start getting out the knitting.  In the knitting bag I have yarn.  I have my pattern.  I have my little supply bag.  I do not have my knitting.  I had left it in the extra bedroom where I was taking it’s picture for yesterday’s post.

Apparently I am not destined to knit this morning.  I’m not destined to do housework either but I’m really more focused on the knitting right now.

So  here I am.  I have lost the Triple A battle that I had waited 9.5 years for (although I think the man had to pay 5x more for his tire at Les Schwab than he would’ve paid somewhere else!), I have no knitting, I am spending 2 hours watching Northwest News (Floridians: imagine 2 hours of nothing but channel 13 and "weather on the ones" repeating itself) and the only reading material availble is an old copy of Star Magazine, a recent copy of Outdoor Life and a NASCAR magazine.

Just shoot me.

I am back home now.  I pick up Anna Grace in fifteen minutes.  But I do have something knitting related so that the morning is not a complete bust.  I found  this over at Mason Dixon Knitting this morning.

Maybe I’ll have better knitting luck this afternoon.