Flat tire? No problem.

I stopped by Acme this afternoon to buy some food for tonight, and I noticed why my car suddenly had started to veer right with no real cause... my tire was losing air! It was almost deflated. 3 calls later to my dad, I had to take action.

I should say that growing up as a girl had its disadvantages when it came to my father. He's the Jack of all trades, the handy man of handy men, and if anything can be fixed, he's 90% guaranteed to fix it. But to him, a girl shouldn't dwell in the world of hardware and fixing things and manual labor. I'm not even kidding. His idea of me needing any car work while on the road and away from him is to "bat my eyes pretty at some guy so he can come fix it". His exact words, translated for your reading pleasure.

While I lost a childhood worth of learning (instead, my brothers took full advantage of the opportunity, and it shows) I've been stalking shadowing his work, especially when it comes to cars, much to his dismay. In theory, I know how to change a tire. I've changed one a few times, with him being present and doing most of the work. But not this time.

I changed the tire all by myself. Woo. Pee. But seriously, I am pretty excited about it, and proud of myself. Tomorrow I'll take the tire in to be patched and refilled, and maybe put it back myself. Or let my dad do it. I've stolen enough of his manly-dad glory by doing things girls shouldn't be doing.

No idea how much this is gonna cost, but he doesn't seem to think it's a lot. Should be no issue... especially since I've ended up with $200 on my account, and I can't figure out, for the life of me, what they were supposed to be used for. I'll be obsessing over that until next paycheck, I am sure!