The disaster started when my neighbor put this in her front yard:
At first, her sign made me smile wistfully.
Oh, yes. Snow would be lovely right now.
And then it DID snow.
This lovely picture was taken 2 miles from our house.
Because that is where I discovered I need new tires.
My sexy minivan couldn’t make it up the hill.
Apparently, old tires have no tread.
Without a tread, you can’t grab hold of the road.
And you have to leave your sexy minivan parked at your friend’s house
…while you walk the rest of the way home, humiliated, cold, and grumpy.
”Come on, Mom. Pick up the pace.”
Translation: We’re hungry. Hurry home and make lunch.
I made the kids grab my ankles and drag me up the rest of the hill.
Once home, I ordered a large pizza. Delivery, of course.
Fortunately, the delivery dude’s tires had treads.
And we lived happily ever after.
With the delivery guy.
Cuz his car worked.