My tire took a crap. I tried fix-a-flat and it didn’t hold so today I had to take the Tahoe in to get serviced. I figured it wouldn’t be good to be in labor, on the way to the hospital and have my tire blow before getting there. I’d wind up in the newspapers as the chick who gave birth on the side of Rt. 14. For some reason I really don’t want to be that chick. So, despite the fact that it was raining, I had two kids with me, there was no indoor waiting area and my water could break at any minute, I got that damn tire serviced. This meant that me and the kids had an hour for a rainy day adventure. And ya know what? It was a lot of fun!
Decked out in rain boots, rain jackets and umbrellas we walked to the Square in Woodstock,
ate some over-priced sandwiches (though mine was delicious!) and then stopped by the bakery for our mid-day dessert.
By the time we were done with our food-focused adventure and on our way back to the service shop our Tahoe tire had long been fixed and was waiting to take us home.