I am finally sitting on my couch, baby in his own bed, and dogs lounging at my feet. There really is no place like home.

Saturday, after the game, D and I left our parking space and were quickly informed by a kind Auburn fan that we had a flat tire on the rear passenger side. We were able to drive 50 feet to a parking lot and change to the spare tire. Since Damon is always prepared, we had an air compressor in the trunk that we used to inflate the tire while we drove. At the Lake Martin Mini Mall (somewhere on Podunk County Road, AL) we switched back to the regular tire.

Since it is a slow leak we just made sure it had enough air and stopped a few times to check it on the way home.

Also, Damon was determined to go another route from Auburn to Lake Martin that did not involve 280. We did find it via little county roads with numbers like 82, 72, 50 and one jaunt that was Girls Ranch Road. It was quicker than the construction lanes of 280 and a tad prettier as well. Just don’t ask me my right from my left. That’s all I have to say about that.

We are home, that’s what matters. And that we are home in time to watch the premier of Desperate Housewives is really important.

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