Yesterday Mom went out to do some shopping. She did some errands, and then went food hunting at a new food hunting place. Mom liked it. She says there was everything she could ever want, which is really saying something because she is very fussy.
She put all the foods in the trunk of the new metal masheen, and when she was leaving the parking lot, she accidentally drove up on a divider. So she backed up, rolled off, and then drove away.
Partway home she noticed a light on the dashboard, telling her one of the tires was low on air. She pulled into a gas station to fill it, and saw the tire was flat as a pancake. She called Triple-A and when the guy got there he said, "Oh, THAT's wrecked. You're gonna need a new one of those."
Mom wasn't best pleased. She's kinda bummed and feeling pretty stoopid.
In other, better news, Mr Karate is in Yosemite Valley with uncle Mr Photographer.