Oh, The Irony

Two hundred seventy four miles, that's what yesterday traveled today. 

I could've gone to Montreal and spent the day in a different country.

I could have been in Manhattan lounging with my girlfriends. 

Instead I spent the 6 hours in the car for health care headed to Mass. Eye and Ear. 

Who wants to travel that far with out a vacation at the end? 

Instead it's needles, blood draws, poking, prodding, undressing. 

Ugh.

Well, in a different situation, the poking, prodding and undressing could be fun, but 274 miles is out of my booty call range.

I just roll over in bed.

To add insult to injury, I finally succumbed and sent my car to the garage yesterday morning.

Both Jon and Dad had driven it and announced it was in severe need of a check-up. I was in adamant denial my wheel wells were dirty and needed cleaning, like every year before.

I sent it in for the whole 31 point check: brakes (will survive), bearings (needed to be fixed), a tail light change, new windshield wipers, and finally new tires! 

After months, I finally decided to ride safe. I purchased my tires. The boots are on.

I bought them only to drive past Tire Warehouse afterwards and see a sign boasting buy 2 get 2 free. 

IT had appeared between when I headed to Boston at 9:30, ordered the tires, and returned at 3pm. 

Oh, the irony. 

I'm not ragging on my guys. I love Lambert's Auto in Claremont. I called and they had me in the next day. They had my car fixed while I was in an appt. They treat me like family. 



But still, its the irony. Ugh.