Sunday, Fun Day?

The plan to lead more exciting lives has already hit a stall. On Saturday we did go out to an Argentine restaurant and take in a little Tango dancing, but that is where the fun stopped.

The next morning it was discovered that my lovely little auto was sporting a super flat.

I wanted to call AAA, Rob said 'Absolutely not! We will change this ourselves.'

OK, no big deal, right? Well, to my astonishment, all the tire places are closed on Sunday. I thought stuff like this only happened in Utah. Guess not.

Mid-afternoon we wandered outside in the freezing cold to switch out flatie with a spare since we'd unable to acquire a new tire until the next day. I was silently cursing myself for not parking in the garage. It would have been SO much warmer to change the tire inside...but that wouldn't have made for a very memorable experience, now would it?

Rob threatened to have me change the tire myself while he supervised, just to make sure that I had the skill under my belt should I be tested on it in the future, but lucky for me, he's too chivalrous to make me lift heavy dirty things by myself.

He's my hero.

Turns out I have some ridiculous kind of theft resistant tires, which means there is a special little key/bolt-type thing required to change my tires...which we didn't know about...and the service department at the dealership was closed so there was no help to be found. I tore my car apart and finally ended up locating it in a little velcro hidey-pocket. Handy.

We I looked so stupid out there. Rob was on the ground unscrewing the lug nuts and there I was...standing there reading the owner's manual...like a total dork. The missionaries saw us, took pity on us and offered their assistance. We, being the independent people we are (ha!) passed, and finished the job ourselves. Er, I mean Rob did all the heavy lifting and I stood there...with the book.

Like I said, hero.

And this took up our entire Sunday. So, how's that for exciting? Yeah, that's what I thought.