I think my karma's off.

As I was driving down our tree-lined street to take the boys to school today, I realized that something was wrong.  When I got out of the car, I saw that the right rear tire was flat.  

Come ON, now.  

Really.  Enough with the things going to hell.

Our retired neighbor was driving by so she picked us up and took the boys to school, thankfully. And now two guys from the shop are fixing my tire.  The ones that are supposed to working on the new house.  *headdesk*

Now I will spend the morning at the tire shop, instead of packing.  Signing is Wednesday, moving day is Thursday.  

And we bought a spiffy new refrigerator and washer and dryer last night.  My threshold for happiness?  Perhaps skewed somewhat when major appliances make me smile.  :D

And in less time than it took me to type this, the spare is on and I'm off to the tire store.  Tra la la.