I had a flat tire this morning...cars zipping by at 70 MPH while I looked all sad and pathetic until MattMatt came to change it. (Yes, empowered women of the world, I *know* I should know how to change it...but my Dad is super-duper with cars, so I never had to...) I was late for my first appointment, expecting to meet an irate Mom. Instead, Trish was waiting for me. And Mr. Reese, all 7.5 months of him, made me giggle non-stop.
Next time you have a flat tire, I recommend giggling with an outrageously cute baby for an hour or so. It really does make things better.

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