tarotgal

For the first time ever today, I put air in my tires all by myself! No dad, no boyfriend, no one but me, myself, and I!

When the weather started getting colder, my car gave me a tire pressure alert... which has been on for more than a month now. So today I finally went during my lunch break and put air in my tires. My boss told me to take our part-timer (the only guy in our department). I told her I thought I could do it myself but she kept telling me to ask him to come along and help. But I decided just to try it myself and I'm glad I did.

I broke out the little meter that now ex-boyfriend gave me and read in the manual what it was supposed to be. And I didn't do a fantastic job, but I did all right for my first time. Didn't lose any caps or make the tires go flat or anything. When I pulled away afterwards, the alert was still on and I was frustrated and bummed. But halfway back to work (you can practically see the street my building is on from the gas station) the little orange (.!.) alert turned off and it's been off ever since! I'm so thrilled. I am the Queen of Tire Inflating! My Love now has air!

Okay, so this is a stupid little thing that probably everyone mastered years ago. But it's a big deal to me. I feel all girl power-y and independent.

First tire pressure, then changing tires, then taking over the world!

(Though, actually, you can scratch that last bit.)

On a completely unrelated note, I posted my Hufflepuff Halloween Challenge story over at