So...I got a flat tire on the toaster today.
(Happier Toaster Days on the beach in Galveston...happier days for the toaster, happier days for Galveston)I was out shopping with a friend for a baby shower gift. I was on my way to the ATM for some cash and I thought I heard a funky sound in the tire area. As I turned a corner some guy yelled "FLAT TIRE!" I parked in an empty parking lot in the shade. Changed out to the donut and took the tire to the tire shop. Amazingly, of all the people entering a pizzeria close by only 1 guy offered to help. It was well after I had gotten the flat off, and I can change my own tire. Thanks Dad for making me learn to change a tire before I could drive to Grand Island. Anyway the tire was not repairable. Eighty-five bucks down the tubes for a new tire. UGH. Oh well at least it did not blow out and everyone is safe.
Scott had his cast off last week. It was pretty nasty! Scott started to scratch his leg and the skin from a whole month flaked all over the exam table. Harrison and I were gagging. Scott is in a hinged brace that only allows him to bend about 15 degrees. He starts PT tomorrow. We are moving right along.
More later
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