So, today I was looking over my finances and feeling very proud of myself. My frugal summer paid off. I had a bit of extra money to sock away in the savings account.
I did a little dance around the kitchen and gave myself a couple “atta girls.” Then tonight I walked out of the church Lay Leadership class and — flat tire — sidewall split wide open, a little desert dry rot. Yippee.
You can’t replace just one tire. You know that right? Two. Two minimum — probably all four, because what are the chances only one of them is rotten? Never celebrate extra money.