On a sidenote...
Something interesting I learned while with my family last weekend: my uncle met my aunt while buying shrooms. From her.
Ah, yes. What a good Adventist family we are.
Anyway, the funeral went well. Noone had to lie about all the good things they said about grandpa. My brother mentioned that he couldn't remember a single bad memory of grandpa. No loss of temper, no gossip about someone, no unkind word. That's a pretty amazing testament to his life.
Also, on the way up I got my first flat tire. If I had my camera I would show you the huge hole in the tire. I could fit my fist into it easily. I hit a huge pothole in the middle of I-65. That wasn't nerve-wracking at all. The huge semis rushing by at about 75 mph. Two feet between me and them. Can't get further over because of the guardrail. Fun times.
3 comments:
I'm glad your time with family was good.
As for the tire, Ick. What did you do? As a man who has never changed a flat tire, and who secretly fears finding himself in the situation you describe, please, tell me, what did you do to get yourself quickly and safely out of that situation? Speak slowly and clearly; this is very important.
Also, did you get your surprise from me?
As for the tire: my dad was along so first he tried to change it, but the car was so low to the ground (because of how entirely flat the tire was) that he couldn't get the jack under the car. So we got out the insurance card. Mom has road-side assistance on her plan. So we called up the number in Tennessee. The lady said, "Oh, just call someone up there to fix the tire and send us the bill." She was very unhelpful in that she didn't give us the number of anyone to call in Indiana. So I called her back and explained that this was the only phone number we had and that surely she could at least give us the number of an All-State agent in Indiana so that we could call them and have them give us the number of a person to fix our tire. After much insistence, she found said number and the next lady was much more helpful. The tire-fixer guy showed up, changed the tire with his specialty jack in about five minutes and charged us $105. Which will be forwarded to aforementioned insurance company. Then we had to go to the nearest Sam's Club and get a normal tire put on because it is not safe to drive long distances with a spare tire.
Yes, I got your surprise. At first, I was like, what the heck is this? Then I read the note and the hilarity kicked in. I laughed out loud quite a bit. I was going to call you on my day off and tell you all about it, but you beat me to it. So Thanks. I don't know exactly what to do with it. I guess sing silly songs and maybe take pictures. (?)
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Oh, yes, please take pictures! That would be great. It reminded me of that garb of Ms. Alonso's that you wore for Oktoberfest, remember that? And how I tried to talk you into stealing it. Or something like that. I think you should surprise Michael with a fancy dinner some night and wear that. That'd be perfect. I just hope you can find some shoes to match. (This was all said behind my hand, so Michael can't hear it and the surprise has thus not been ruined.) I leave for family vacation to San Diego tomorrow. My first trip to Cali. Not sure what to expect. Hope you're well. Love you!
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