She's right. When God decides He's going to take out one of Rosie's tires, He doesn't mess around :~)
Here's where we found our damsel in distress:
The tire's got five splits in the sidewall, one of which was on the inside.
My honey getting the spare out from under the car...
And taking the old tire off...
Daid...
Putting the little toy tire on it...
And she drove it across the parking lot to Discount Tire, which was unfortunately not open. Put we left it there, We'll take her in tomorrow when they open and have Rosie decide on some ~new~ tires.