It's not a tumor.

I am finally home.  While my little babies did well on the trip to Kansas, on the way home, my grandson had to sing five little monkeys over and over and when he finally tired of that song, he sang his cowboy song over and over and wanted me to sing with him and I just wanted to have a few minutes of quiet.  So, we stopped at McDonald’s for him and the baby a happy meal.  Guess what the toy was?  A freakin’ cd that played really crazy music and children are singing over and over and over. 

Then, we hit Tulsa, and I was thinking of just spending the night, when my car started going thump thump thump.  I’s thinking that the transmission was about to go because I always think the worse, so I pulled into a store lot and looked around the car, like I knew what I was looking for and was about to pop the hood when I smelled something and looked at the tire and it had a huge tumor.  It was the size of a grapefruit and was changing from a tumor to an aneurism.  A man came over with his little lady needs help mentality and so we looked at my spare and it was one of those doughnuts and he said, there’s a tire shop right over there, and I looked and he was right, or, he said, Wal-Mart is right down the street.  So, I headed to Wal-Mart, but didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before it went flat and I very slowly drove across the street and had the guy put a new tire on.  Now, here’s the problem.  There was going to be over an hour wait.  My baby was sleepy and the boy was getting wound up and I was about to lose my freakin’ mind, when the guy must have felt sorry for me and he put me before the others and I was on my way in about ten minutes.  Yeah! 

So, we were on our way and my grandson had to ask me over and over why the tire went flat and why that man didn’t let him watch him change the tire and where do baby comes from and how do they get in the mama’s tummy and who put that man in the moon and why does the sun follow us and finally, ten miles before we got home, he went to sleep.  Yes, ten miles.  On a bright note, the baby slept most of the trip and when she was awake, she played with her dolly and only yelled out every once in a while with a shoeeeeees.  That’s her favorite word, shoes.  Like her nana she is a shoe and bag gal.