Woke up, got a shower, got dressed, got in my truck, flat tire. Fuck. I live on a hill, my driveway is a small hill. Can't change the tire. So I email the boss, won't be in. I pump air into the tire and head to a shop down the street, nail in my tire. While I'm there I'm told I'll need new tires in a few months. I get home and now my furnace isn't working.
It's so cold in this house, even my dog feels it. So much for a decent Friday. I guess it could be worse. Count your blessings.
It's so cold in this house, even my dog feels it. So much for a decent Friday. I guess it could be worse. Count your blessings.