My First Flat Tire

I would love to be sitting here today telling all of you my epic tale of how I got my first flat tire. A tale of how I was speeding down the highway 103 miles an hour chasing after a terrorist attempting to assassinate the President. I caught up to suspect in the black SUV. The Pres. is inside fearing for his life. I swerve my car out wide and then back again crashing into the SUV in an attempt to drive him into the shoulder. I hit the SUV's back end an both vehicles spin out of control. The SUV smashes into the median and throws the terrorist out of the car (always wear your seat belt). The Pres. and I are OK and I save the day! I am awarded some presidential medal and a billion dollars! How epic would that be?!?!

This is not how my first flat tire experience played out. Shocked? I am! No, my first flat tire (ever) was just this morning and I didn't even see it first, The Mrs. did! She stole my thunder! Here is how it went down. As I was taking out the trash she said "Oh noes! You have a flat tire!" Or something like that :P I put the trash in the can and walked out to the car, saw the flat tire, cursed in my head and walked over to the Jeep to drive to work. I guess there was no point in getting mad even though my flat tire experience left something to be desired!

I guess I know what I am going to be up to tonight when I get home! I just pray that I have all the tools I need in the back of my car! I mean they should be since I have never had a flat before...unless I really did hit that SUV in a previous life or something with my car. Oh the possibilities!