Flat tire.
I'm a silly woman who doesn't know how to change it.
I don't have a spare so the above is a moot point.
I've been expecting it to blow out on me. At least, it just quietly deflated.
It's cold.
I can't get my husband to answer the damn phone.
My mom is coming to pick me up like I'm in middle school.
Thanks, Monday! And thanks, Obama!