So I went to a scrapbooking retreat in the Poconos with Mike's mom. When I had first arrived, I realized I had just gotten a flat tire. Of course I know nothing about flat tires, so I park in a spot, going uphill. The flat came off just fine, but when we went to put on the new tire, the car would not raise high enough. The owner of the camp deflated the new tire, slid it on, and inflated it again. Whew! We had to use a secondary jack to lift the car even higher. My jack came out completely bent and no longer usable. Thus, I learned that when I have my second flat tire in life, PARK ON FLAT GROUND.
The retreat was a lot of fun, nonetheless. I had a great time with my mother-in-law (on Mike's birthday :-P)
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