Flat Tire, Helpless Female

I just went out, got into my car, backed it out of the garage and started down my street. The car was acting weird though -- I kept thinking I had the emergency brake on (I didn't) so I finally stopped a few doors down from my house and sure enough, I have a flat tire. Sigh. It's really not that big a deal -- I don't have anywhere specific to go although I was on my way to have some playtime with the kiddoes. I called Mark (who, to give him credit, is usually available when I try to reach him) to ask if he though I should just leave it on the street and walk back home or to just bring it home slowly and carefully -- and he isn't reachable right now for whatever reason. So -- using my fine female judgment, I backed it very slowly down my street, back to my house and into my driveway where it sits, looking like a woman with 3 shoes on and 1 shoe off -- unbalanced, as it were!

Mark will call me back whenever he can and he will take care of it for me -- but I'm housebound -- and it's raining. And I just showered so I do NOT want to get on the elliptical right now -- so I'm blogging. Boring, I know. But that's what's happening here. Nothing much.