… and the next day I get attacked by a piece of firewood.
Mr. Man needed a rental car, so I was following him home in our car tonight when I suddenly hear a very large “BANG, POP” come from the underside of the car. While on the highway. Going highway fast. (I must admit, I am very pleased that I managed to remain calm and pull over safely to the side of the road, instead of ending up in some “third floor of the Galleria incident” I have often envisioned while learning how to drive.)
After a moment, I realize there are three other cars pulled over to the side of the road. It turns out we all hit the same piece of firewood and now have extremely flat tires. Lucky for me, Mr. Man was only a few miles ahead and managed to put on the spare tire with a very impressive display of heroics.
It took over an hour to drive home the back way, driving very, very slowly and dreaming about this: