Yet another reason to love my car over my husband's....

1. I am able to CHANGE THE F*E(@#)*$# tire!

Taylor got a flat this morning. No big sweat, we both know how to change a tire.

Problems we faced:
1. Taylor's stupid f'n lug nut looseners frickn were too small.
2. I was asleep.
3. Zip cars are F'n expensive to rent when going out-of-city.
4. I didn't have my glasses on when going down.
5. Taylor needed to be in Tucson oh... an hour ago or so.
6. Toyota's ahve fricken stupid caps over their lug nuts.
7. Stupid friken nuts got stuck in the tire-iron we finally drove to Walmart to buy. (Say, $16 down the drain?)
8. Found another tire iron that was able to loosen only ONE of the fricken nuts.
9. Taylor can't drive my car and I have to go to work too.
10. I managed to hurt my fingers (bruises. :() while trying to fix tire iron.


NO FRICKEN SILVER LINING TODAY.

/rant.

Moral: I hate Toyotas. I love my car. My car is easy to a) fix, b) change a f'n tire on.

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For how rough today started out (between the tires, and then out of no where I had a panic attack --> Which, thankfully, I caught early enough that it didn't spiral too far out.) it turned out not too bad.

For the most part the kids reminded me that they ARE the best class I've ever had. (Mr. Arrogance being the exception as always.) They're intelligent, they think hard, and they really do want me to be happy with what they're doing. They take pride in their work and they just... try. They try so hard.

I love my class. (even if I do have no voice right now!)