Just when I was nice and rested

I always check my tires. Getting in or out of my car, as subtle as possible. Just in case something looks odd. So imagine my surprise when a co-worker came to relieve me for supervision and said

"Keri, did you know that you have a flat tire?"

So, I go to look out (when I should have been eating, but whatever) and sure enough, it's flat. I look at it closer, and it looks like it has been cut. I went inside and called my Dad, a friend of mine, and CAA.

After the bell rang, I waited for CAA while my students were in music. When the guy came to change the tire, he looked at it and said,

"Yep, it's definetly been slashed." Nice. After he put the tire on and I went back inside, one of my co-workers came up to me and said,

"What if it was your ex?"

I don't think it would have been. I don't think that he would do that. But then again, I don't know him anymore and he does want money from me.

After school I drove to the shop that I take my car to, (Goodyear on 8th) and need the front 2 tires replaced (even though it was just the front driver that was slashed, and I am due for an oil change.

The tires are going to cost 225 and the oil change is usually 30ish, I think.

Next weekend, my parents and I were going to go to Edmonton so that I could do a little retail therapy and see my friend and his family.

I worked with this friend a while back and we have kept in touch since. He has a great wife and 2 (3 any day now) boys.

His 2 cuter than cute boys that I have never seen, except in pictures. They send me pictures and cards and I send them books and clothes. Seeing these boys will fill a hole in my heart. So cute, I have pictures of them everywhere in my apartment.

Notice I said WERE.

Probably not going anymore becasue of the friggin' tires.

fuckfuckfuck.