POP goes my.....

tire.

Hasn't been the most pleasant of mornings for dearest Courtney. 

I was blessed to have notice my error in exiting the driveway before I got too far from home, pulled over, grabbed my stuff, ran (actually ran) home, found Matt's spare car keys, and drove his car to work. 

THANK GOODNESS WE HAVE THE MOTORCYCLE RIGHT NOW.

(never, ever, thought those words would have come from my mouth)

Off to place of employment #2 for the day. Let's hope I can get to that job in one piece.