To the person who sent me that Slime tire inflator…

So this afternoon I arrived home later than planned, tired and frazzled and in a very bad mood because I had just learned I was somehow issued an old man’s eyes and then I spent an hour in a crowded Wal-Mart with my eyes all dilated and that alone would have ruined Mother Teresa’s day, and I was in a hurry because the boys had been stuck in the Lair for more hours than they’re used to, but before I could go rescue them I had to unload 800 pounds of concrete at a remote location.

This picture does not include the two 80-pound sacks that told me both tires on the handcart were flat.

This picture does not include the two 80-pound sacks that told me both tires on the handcart were flat.

And that was not good news, toward the end of what had already been a
really
unusually
crappy
day.

But thanks to you, I had the means at hand to correct the problem.
100_4992And I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart.

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To the stake with the heretic!