Being Divorced Hits Home

I had a flat tire this morning. Not really earth shattering news but you know me - there's a story!

I noticed yesterday evening that my tire was low. Logically I should have gone to the gas station and aired it up then but I didn't. I thought it had enough air in it to make it to work this morning and one of the guys would plug it for me (Hey Travis!). This morning I saw that it was too low to drive on so somebody was going to have to change it. In the old days, I would have gone back in the house and told my husband it needed changing, but this isn't the old days anymore. I thought about who I could call but decided I could do this myself.

After unloading all the crap I tend to carry in the trunk of my car at any given time, I got the spare and the jack out of the trunk but couldn't find the lug wrench or the little thing to make the jack go up (I don't know what it's called!). I went inside and called one of my bosses to get him to bring me a lug wrench and a thingy and he told me he would be over after he dropped his son off at school. So, I go back outside and pick up some big piece of particle board looking stuff that goes in my trunk and there the two tools are on the back of it. So, I go back inside to call my boss and tell him I found them. Then I go back outside to change the tire.

The tire changing itself went relatively smooth. I got the car jacked up and the flat off with little trouble. Putting the spare on was another thing. The car wasn't high enough to get the spare on so I jacked it up some. Then it was too high and since I'm kind of lazy and didn't want to lift the spare up even an inch, I let the car down some. Too much. So I jacked it back up again. I still had to lift the spare but I finally got it on.

All of that seems rather boring so here I'll give you the fun details. I had already taken my hair out of my curlers but had not fixed it before I went out to change the tire so I had these big sausage curls all over my head. Of course the early morning dampness took care of them in short order and I ened up with my hair pulled back in a clip for work. I leaned forward too far one time and hit my already made-up nose on the tire so I had a black smudge on it. My hands of course were covered in black stuff and I was having an OCD attack thinking about all the filth that tire had run over. But the best part - THE BEST PART - was that I still had on my pink jammies and my fuzzy pink house shoes while I was changing the tire!

Get a mental picture now: Hair hanging down around my face in fat droopy curls, smudge on the nose, hands covered in black gunk, me on my knees beside my car wearing pink pajamas and house shoes trying to wrestle a spare tire onto my car. I'm telling you, life just doesn't get more glamorous than this!

So today, the full realization that I am truly divorced hit me in the nose worse than that tire did. Would I change my status to go back to where I was this time last year? Not on your life. Would I choose to live next door to a man that's handy with a jack instead of out in the sticks? You betcha!