Paul filled the tire with air and he's hopeful that I'll make it to the tire shop - yeah, me too. I have been to the tire shop so many times that "Tim" the tire man, and I know each other on a first name basis, and he also knows our older children. Tim always makes comments about how much the children look like me, while the actual man who changes my tire listens to ABBA (real loud) while he's working. He's a big scruffy guy with tire prints all over his clothes. I happened to mention to him some ABBA joke that he did not appreciate - he really likes ABBA so don't mess with him. I thought to myself- geese if ABBA is what it takes for this guy to get through his day then I should just leave him alone. Maybe he can show Anni-Frid Lyngstad how to wink properly. I hope that this tire situation is resolved quickly. Otherwise I will have to hitch a ride with Leo, and that crazy girl from yesterdays post - to confession.