uhoh, a flat

Is it my turn for mini disasters or what? Today the wee one I care for and I were on the freeway (in her mommy's car) on the way to pick up my love, joleen postcards when this guy next to me honks and tells me we have a flat. Now, for those of you that know me well, I tend to get really emotional. Normally, I would cry and panic. 1. I have a baby with me. 2. This isn't my car. 3. I'm on the freeway. But this time I stayed completely calm because, you know what? It wasn't my fault! I didn't put the nail on the ground and say I think I'm going to run it over and see what happens. Hallelujah, call the press, I'm a big girl now! You laugh but it's true. :) AAA is awesome and was there in record time! (Thanks, Mom!) The entire mini fiasco was resolved within a half hour. So... we pick up the postcards and they look great! They don't have the rounded corners I purchased but there are worse things in life. Let's look at it as a small refund for my efforts.

PS- no, sweetie, my necklace is not for eating...