Some say that bad things come in threes. When Jeff and I headed out to the gym this morning, I turned to him and said, "I'm not driving; I have a flat tire."
A few hours later, I pulled up the stem to close the drain in the half bath. Well, it closed the drain but disconnected the stem from the stopper. So the drained is closed, for now. I wish I were handy.
When I went outside to meet the AAA rep to change my tire, I broke my flip flop.
Annoying, but I'm glad it wasn't three worse things.
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