Note to self: I should really listen to the little beeping light that reads “low tire pressure” instead of turning up the radio to drown it out….
This one of those little things that Chris would have taken care off because blinking beeping lights typically throws Chris into action. Me, I am just thinking and hoping it’s a faulty wire somewhere. Yeah, it wasn’t this time and we had to hobble into Firestone and then walk about a mile home.
Needless to say the girls were less than pleased with me, and the walk home in the 90 degree heat and 40 mph winds. I had to do some fancy mom talking before there was total mutiny in the house so we had popsicles for a lunch a spent the afternoon at the pool.