I think someone might have to check and see if it isn't Monday the 13th that's bad luck, because things are not going very well for us so far today.
We had a bunch of errands to run this morning but the car wouldn't start. (Steven left the lights on, which I didn't even know was possible.) We're too scared to jump start a Prius so we're having a tow truck come jump it but we've had the car for 5 1/2 years and never had a single problem, so can't really complain.
We also have a janky old truck that we only ever use to haul big stuff around and keep over at the studio (a mile and a half away). When we went there to get it so we could run our errands, we discovered it has a flat tire.
Super flat. Flat as a pancake flat. Flat as Kansas flat.
Luckily, Steven thinks he can inflate it well enough to drive it to get it fixed. Which brings us to the accidental discovery. Until today, we had no idea that the 150 pound rated back rack on Steven's bicycle could be used to carry an air compressor across town.
It's good to know.
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