Today has been less than stellar. The fridge officially died. The food was all lukewarm this morning. No resetting the fridge, either. Dropped the kids off at school and went to the local little store for ice. Lots of ice. Get back out to the car and the tire is flat. Apparently I drove 15 miles on a flat (I knew it- or suspected it). So, I have 80 pounds of ice and a flat. I cry for a minute (because life is that good right now), compose myself, and call Ryan, who is at home with Jessie. He offers to come change it for me (I told him I didn't want to because I was at the front of the store. I wasn't in the mood for the kindness of strangers offering to help me). I get all the stuff ready for him- you know, get the nasty, sticky kid crap off of the tire. I'm still not sure where or how- but there were M&M'S, toy cars, plastic toys, and googly eyes stuck to my spare. The spare needed air. I was near a gas station, and its air thing was out of order. I carefully drive across the street to see Frank, who puts air in my spare. I drive home VERY SLOWLY.
When I get home, I empty the fridge into an ice chest. We will be good for a couple of days. That will give us time to figure out what to do about it. We have a few options.
One the plus side, 15 steers (stockers) walked right passed me as I was pulling weeds. Cows make me happy.
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