So, This Stinks

I went out to the garage this morning to find my back tire flat and the front one on the way to joining it.  The Butcher put enough air in the back one so that I could get to the tire place where they informed me that I needed new tires, which, coincidentally, was what the Butcher said as he was filling the back one up.

So, I had to leave my car there. And the Butcher came and got me and drove me to work. And I sat in his back seat, the sun on my face and the cool breeze was so nice and I told him a little about how scared I was about him being unemployed again and how tired I am of feeling like we can’t get ahead on the credit card because we’re always putting stuff on it, telling ourselves that this is an emergency. Because, of course, there’s always an emergency.

Like tires.

But damn, I’m glad we could pay cash for the computer.

Anyway, just talking it out with the Butcher helped. We both have a tendency to kind of keep the stuff that’s worrying us from each other, but then we never know that our worry is shared. So, that’s kind of stupid.

It was nice, but then, when I was getting out of the car, I totally hinked my hip and had to lay there in the back seat until it didn’t hurt.

And the Butcher said, “Just try to make it through today in one piece.”

And we both laughed.