Saturday, February 2, 2008

Josh says I can't drive anymore...

And I don't blame him at all. Today I got my fifth flat tire in less than a year. Fifth. FIFTH. Absolutely ridiculous. I survived the first eight years of my driving career with none. And now this. It's not my fault either. Am I supposed to see those nails on the freeway and swerve to avoid them? Ok, I probably should have stopped when I heard a strange sound, instead of driving five more miles on the freeway with a flat. You think I would know how to recognize a flat by now.

6 comments:

nomadic gnome said...

Awww poor Larsie. Remember when I saved us in myrtle coming home from CA and we nearly died? And then when we got stranded in Sardine Canyon (who was it that rescued us??)? We've had some car troubles, ourselves. But 5 miles on a flat? Oh Lars. You and your ways.

Zach and Whitney said...

oh my gosh Lars! Im glad you arent dead!

Lars said...

Are you serious Jules? Did you really forget about Davey Gravey? Remember how I tried to push Myrtle UP the hill to get her off the road? And remember how ornery you were about it all? He he. So funny!!

Diana said...

LARS! AGAIN!? I think I would start riding the bus... Maybe.

Mom said...

IT APPEARS EVERYONE HAS A DOUBLE NAME LIKE DAVEY GRAVEY, JOSHY SQUASHY AND IT IS ONLY APPROPRIATE THAT YOU NOW BE CALLED LARSIE CARSIE. CHECK FOR MAGNETS IN YOUR TIRES.

jathan & Heather said...

Where the heck are you guys???? Come on people!!! :) We're going boarding tomorrow. Wish you were coming. -Heath