Studded

I finally got myself together enough to get my new winter tires put on today. And, *gasp*, everyhing went smoothly! As in, I went to the tire place, and they put the tires on.

Just like that.

Real fast.

While I was in the waiting room, I picked up the May issue of Canadian Living, and before you know it, I was weeping over a story about a daughter whose mom died. Thank goodness the manly tire store guys didn't stumble upon me as I was blowing my nose and wiping my tears away.

My new studded tires have transformed my car into the Noisiest Car Ever. I feel like I am personally responsible for tearing up pavement with all the sharp, pointy metal thingies on the tires. Oh well, as long as I stay out of the ditch, it's all good.

Before choir practice tonight, I was asked if I wanted to do a solo in one of our songs. Which would have been fabulous and so exciting if I didn't have to miss one of our concerts because of my Chicago trip! So I had to decline, which was fine, since it went to two people who are vastly more talented than me, and who will do a wonderful job of it. And it was very, very nice to hear that finally someone thinks I can sing. I'll hang onto the that lovely thought all week long.