|Cracked sheet rock|
When all other options failed, I, being the rational and unemotional human being that I am (please hear the sarcasm), busted open the door with my hip. While this might have been cause for some boasting had it not been someone else's house (I mean, come on, I broke open a door with my body) under the circumstances I was simply distraught. Thankfully, a good friend from church had a contracter who helped us get it fixed, but I still felt pretty bad about the incident.
That, however, was not the end of my troubles. As I was into the parkinglot for bootcamp Thursday evening, I noticed that everyone was looking at me with rather interesting expressions. When I got out of the car, I was informed that my back tire was completely flat. Lame. After removing the now useless peice of rubber, we realized that there was a nail in the bottom. Again, thankfully, I have a good spare that is now serving just as well. Fast forward to this morning, 7:30AM. I am driving through the Kroger parking lot when I hear a loud thud. Looking back, this is what I see:
|Spare tire cover|