The land line (yes, Sam insists we have one of those) rang around 9:30 p.m. Friday night, which really isn't late, but it is later than most telemarketers work so we knew something was wrong somewhere - and Matt wasn't home!
Sure enough - he was actually on his way home and got a flat tire on 35W - and he didn't have what he needed to repair it in his car. "Micah to the rescue!" as I was in my pajamas and Sam still can't drive.
Sadly, Matt had to work on Saturday, so he wasn't able to get new tires. Shops aren't open today, and he works again tomorrow. So guess who's car he's been borrowing? Mine! Yeah! Not.
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