Flat Tire

On our way to Fairfax yesterday to visit the parents we heard a weird sound coming from the back of the car. After getting off of the highway we discovered a flat tire. Ok, no problem, just put the spare on, right? Right! Except that the key for the wheel lock was at home in the basement. Ugh!

So I called the parents and they came and rescued us. I changed the tire and went to get a new one. We ended up having a nice afternoon and evening at our house instead of Mom and Dad's. It was a pretty good recovery for a day that started out badly.

Now the key for the wheel locks is in the trunk where it belongs. Hopefully we won't need it again.