Sometimes, your husband is out of town.
And it snows on March 28th.
And you hit a mysterious object on the road, which leads to a flat tire.
While at gymnastics.
And you can't loosen the bolts by yourself.
Home teachers are awesome.
So are random fathers and KYA instructors who help you out.
(Jon wasn't totally useless--he did find us a place willing to fix the tire on a Saturday!)
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There is some dark level of Murphy's Law that occurs when husbands are on travel. Dead batteries, rattlesnakes, leaks... It's just cruel!
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