Counting down!

Two days of work to go. Correction: two VERY BUSY days of work to go! I'm trying to get everything ready to turn over to whoever will be taking over my position when I leave my "day job" to head to Switzerland. So, today flew by. (I love that.) Too bad it promptly took a nosedive...
I was walking a potential replacement back to HR when I heard the first tornado siren. Then the rain kicked in. And the wind kicked up...
I finished up around the office and decided to make a break for it. Mark's flight was today and I had to meet a friend at the house - he was taking me to the airport to pick up Mark's car. I had my handy little umbrella, but it was no match at all for the torential downpour. I was soaked up to my knees before I got 1/4 of the way to my car (did I mention I was not sure exactly where my car was?) Thank goodness a good samaritan co-worked gave me a lift the rest of the way to my car. I hopped in and headed home! Unfortunately, something jumped out of the rain and attacked my tire. (OK, maybe I just ran over something in the middle of the road, whatever.) I drove a bit further and decided that yeah, I definitely had a flat tire. But hey, I'm a big girl. How hard can it be to change my own flat tire? I pulled over into some random person's driveway (for some reason they wouldn't answer the door when I knocked- am I really that scary when I'm completely drenched and angry?) and proceeded to dig out the spare. In the pouring rain. Under a giant tree. In the middle of lightening and a tornado siren.
Apparently spare tires are screwed down inside the trunk - and you just need to use your tire iron to undo the little nut. But sometimes your tiny little tire iron slips down UNDER the tire. That would be the same tire that is screwed into the trunk on top of the tool... You can see where this is going. So I called our friend that was meeting me at the house. He grabbed some tools and came to rescue me. He was able to get the tire out. Too bad it was flat, too. I'm guessing he was boyscout in a previous life, because he had actually thought to grab a pump before he headed out into the monsoon. He manually inflated my flat spare, slapped it onto the car and then we were off! At a whopping 45 miles per hour. But we made it. No tornadoes, no more flats, no problems getting Mark's car home. Now I'm home - all warm and cozy with my crazy puppies.
Wish I could say the same for Mark. He's stuck in a hotel in Atlanta. He missed his connecting flight and won't actually be off to Switzerland until tomorrow.