WAAAAAAAGH!

Hokay, so.
I'm in my car, pulling out of my driveway, headed to Fiat rehearsal.
POW! hissss...... crappy sounds!
Right front tire is flat.
Let me stop here and say that Ben Tucker is the coolest person in the world.
I think to myself, "No big. I've put the doughnut tire on before. I'll just do that!" Well, that was in the old Taurus. They hid the tire really well in this new Taurus. This is where the "Bennn..... I'm stupid and my car won't go.... come help me!" call comes in to play. So he comes, I feel like a moron (god, I am such a girl about my car! I have to change this!) and my car will go again. YAY! So I start it up.
click.... clickclickclick
Shit.
Battery died.
So I jump my car off of Ben's. So now I owe him twice over. =) My car goes again. Yay!
*sniff sniff* Funny smell.
Shit.
There's coolant spraying (yes, spraying, like a sprinkler) all over my engine.

So this morning, I very carefully drove the car up to Firestone. Then I very carefully walked back home, since it wouldn't be done till 1:30pm. It's not a bad walk, once you get used to all the cars whizzing by only a few feet away from you. But anyhoo. I walked in, and said, "Everything you do, I need done!" So I get four new tires, new battery, alignment, brake check and an oil change. I think he felt sorry for me 'cause he threw the oil change in for free. =)

Now I've bribed Ben with a free tank of gas and dinner to come pick me up and take me to choir. Did I mention he rocks?

I'm glad I have comfy shoes.