Went outside this morning, got in my car, started driving down the street and…well, something was very wrong. I turned back home and parked at the house. The investigation revealed that my front, right tire was flat. Totally flat.
Thankfully, my husband let me take his truck so I could get to church (although this meant that he and Jonas did not get to church since I leave a whole hour before them and they were both still in bed when I left) and then he took the tire off and is having it fixed as I type this.