Me and Cinderella, we put it all together. We can drive it home with one headlight.

I learned a few things this week.

First life lesson: never name it the worst day of your life before six pm, because the universe will surely take it as a challenge.

My husband wont ever make that mistake again because right about the time he got home on the afore mentioned day, was when I called him from the side of the freeway with a flat tire.
So like the hero he is, he came in his truck to save me. And then he supervised as I changed the tire all by myself like the sexy and capable woman that I am... Or he may have made me stand behind the cement barrier the whole time so I wouldn't die if anyone crashed into us... Really it's tough to recall.

Either way the spare was on in no time. Which would have been great if the spare didn't end up being completely out of air and thus even flatter than my original flat tire.. (Seriously? Who knew that could even happen??) So though we realized the worst day ever would probably turn out to be the longest day ever as well, we removed that soggy doughnut tire and loaded it in the truck in hopes of finding a gas station air pump to re-inflate it, so we could start the whole tire change process over again.

Which is about the time I learned life lesson number two: don't leave the headlights of your working vehicle shining on the vehicle you are repairing, unless standing on the side of the freeway well into the night is a hobby of yours.

Yep. Two flat tires and a dead battery. (It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.. which it was. A horrible, terribly-timed practical joke from our good friend the universe. Jump out with the cameras now MTV. We've been punked). It was time to call in the cavalry.

Because life lesson number three is that: you're never too old to call your daddy when you get in trouble. We're pretty lucky to have fantastic dads who never mind driving to find you in the wee hours of the morning and bring a battery charger thing and let you steal the spare tire from their car.

Its also pretty lucky that cell phones were invented. Because seriously if this was the 90's i'm convinced I would still be there. Why? because life lesson four taught me that while cops around these parts have no problem pulling me over monthly for all kinds of ridiculous reasons, they turn a blind eye when you're a girl stuck on the side of the road alone at midnight.. Sigh. Rant over. (The back story about my beef with cops will just have to wait for another day.)

But the best thing I learned from this impossibly long, ridiculous adventure is in line with that thing about lemons and lemonade. Because despite all the frustration I walked away from this experience feeling gratitude, and love, and a general feeling that my life is pretty great.

And that's what this blog is about people. Life and love and fantastically flawed people finding reasons to be happy through it all. Dear Myrinda, remember that.

Love, Myrinda.