Waiting On The Tires
Matt has been having a stressful week, as you can imagine. When he popped the button on his shorts that was like the last straw. So like a good husbear i sewed it back on. Eventually, we got it together and went to an old-school rag store downtown. Up above me, over the 80" waist pants hanging there, was the sewing shop where someone was playing german "schlager" music. Hipster Hitler, perhaps?
The car needed to get looked at because Matt had a flat earlier in the week and stuffed it full of Fix-A-Flat to keep going. Turns out, that wheel has a cracked rim. And the other side had a nail in it. AND they had a backlog. So we played on our phones and ate ice cream. And bought vodka. One can never have enough vodka in the house. And at 18 bucks for a 1.75ltr bottle, that Svedka is a steal!