On Friday I unfortunately experienced a little bit of car trauma. As I was loading up my groceries from the store I heard a very loud hissing noise. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from until I looked at the side of my car tire, saw a huge piece of black rubber next to it, and noticed my tire was getting smaller and smaller. It was totally flat in just a few minutes and I still have no idea how it happened. Lucky for me it was my friend Marlo to the rescue! She came and picked me and the girls up! Then I let Jared just deal with it. So I guess it wasn't actually too much trauma for me. But do you see the huge chunk of missing tire on the left hand side? What's really sad is that while I should have been trying to figure out a way to solve the problem, all I kept thinking was "when I post this, what should be my title?"
Later on that day I told Jared that it was actually a blessing in disguise that the tire popped in the parking lot because Saturday morning I drove a bunch of ladies down to Los Angeles for the Stake Relief Society Temple Day. I don't even want to think of what would have happened if I would have had that happen on the 405. But we all made it their safely and returned home safely!
