The plan: drive two and a half hours to visit Luann's brother to attend his daughter's baby blessing.
The result: a wheel-y bad day.
As we were leaving Sunday morning, a short minute after getting onto the interstate, I hear this horrible noise. There wasn't anyone around us at the time, so Luann pulls to the side of the road. The right rear tire is totally flat (check out the slash on the tire). We pull off the read to get the spare on. I think that Dodge cut a few corners on the build of the van, since the cord that was to let the tire out from under the car wasn't nearly long enough to get it out.
After fighting with it for 45 minutes, and trying to find a tow company that was open on Sunday (no luck with that one), some random guy stops and helps me get it out. A moment later, we were on our way home. Once we told the kids that we weren't going to visit their cousins, there was lots and lots of crying. To help ease the pain, we promised all sorts of fun at home. The highlight was making pretzels with the kids.