Flat Tire, Bad Weekend
I'm scrawling this on a napkin in the truck, so it's not exactly blogging or anything. It's more journal kruft.
My daughter and I are on the way down to Long Beach / Ocean Park to join my wife and son; the Gaaahhhlic festival is happening down there.
We've a broken tire.
The tread band thing is coming undone, and we're driving 10 miles an hour down the road towards the Les Schwab in Shelton. Here's to hoping we make it.
Update: We did make it, and got a new tire. Made it to McCleary, called Kelly, and she + family were on their way back up to Hoquiam. Apparently, the Garlic Fest sucked. Oh well.
