I think my luck has finally rubbed off on DH. Except for times he had an accident ... I believe today HAD to be one of his worse possible days.
He started the day out normally, quietly let the dogs out and got ready for work. I slept through as I usually do. When he was pulling into work, he had a flat tire. He punched in and tried to take the tire off. When he bought the new tires, they put new nuts on that didn't match his wrench. One of the guys had a wrench to fit and they got it off. His friend helped him get air in the tire and they went to work.
When he left early to take the broken lawn mower to the shop, he had a flat tire - it blew the side right out. Change the tire and hurry home to make it to the mower repair shop with the truck. Arrives home and has to hurry so the guy doesn't leave before he drops the mower off. Has to stop for gas on the way home. He opens the gas cover and is attacked by a swarm of wasps. Picks up Benadryl. Comes home and his hand is swelling, 10 minutes later, his wrist is swelling. I tell him to drive to the clinic before they close, he'll need a shot.
He takes the other car because he doesn't trust the spare. He gets all the way to the end of the driveway and turns around. The Buick has a flat! He chances it with his car and makes it to the clinic in time for a couple of shots and some pills.
He's home again, is taking the day off tomorrow - to calm down and buy new tires for both cars. He is not a happy camper. We are trying to figure out what the deal is with the tires - there is no wire in the yard, but there was wire in the tires ... We don't drive on bad tires.
Well, he's curled up in his recliner with a swollen arm. He deserves a day off, that's for sure!
Oh, my convertible had a flat tire over the weekend. It has a slow leak and hadn't been anywhere. He's getting it ready to donate - they can fix the rim or whatever ...