Okay, after telling you all everything,
I've got nothing.
The car has been repaired.
The tire replaced.
The insurance agent has been alerted about the towing fee.
I went to work,
begged a ride home and then found out the car was ready to be picked up.
I begged another ride to the auto.
Then, drove over and had the "real" tire put on.
I would have made the first child's pick up time at school,
but had arranged for the long-suffering Neighbor Meggan to collect Blonde Girl.
That is really it.
My new best friend, Stephen, our catastrophic claims adjuster came by to take more pictures.
I gave him some sweet tea.
The girls are finishing the "Mommy Multiplication Test" that I give them.
They hate me for it.
All I can say is, get in line.
