Miserable Monday

Sunday night,like I mentioned in my last post, I was feeling a bit on the "frisky" side so I decided to dig out some lingere. Great--terrific---until I made the HORRIBLE choice to wear it to take Brooklyn to school on Monday morning. Here's the deal: I take her to school, which is 3 miles from my house, in my van with dark tinted windows. I don't have to get out or even open the door...she just opens her side door and lets herself out and then I am back on the road home again. Normally I put on clothes JUST in case anything were to happen but we were running late and I thought...what's the chance? So, I throw on my robe and my house shoes and we head off in the POURING RAIN. Everything is going fine and I drop her off. Then I turn around to head back home and BOOM! all of a sudden my van is going, ka-jump, ka-jump, ka-jump. I hop out and run around and look and Yep, I have a flat. In my lingere, in the pouring rain, in the 46 degree weather. Just marvelous! My dad had come down to my house to sit since Grant was still in bed sleeping so I called him and told him the deal. Now you have to know my dad. He is Mr. Practical and Perfect. You'd think he never makes a mistake because he SURE doesn't let one slide if anyone else makes one. Sure enough, I have to tell him that not only am I stuck on the side of the road...but that I am only wearing a nightie and slippers! He had to go get Grant up and come "rescue" me. Imagine my embarrasement as I climb into his big deisel truck in my sexy jammies! Anyway, Matt ended up coming home from work and he and my dad changed the tire. It turned out I had this big peice of pipe or something sticking in it (picture a metal straw) which is why the air went out SO quickly. Anyhow...that was my Monday morning. Fun, Fun!