Okay, so this is not me. And I wasn't exactly happy about the flat tire we got driving back from Detroit on the day before we started our new jobs -- a flat tire that had to be taken care of at 8 a.m. on the morning of our first day at our new jobs.
I thought for a second that it could be a bad sign. But then I remembered that we have had nothing but good luck so far with these new jobs and the move and our good fortune of having the timing align just right.
So I changed my thinking. The next mornings can only get better, right? (It also didn't hurt that mom and dad know a guy who can plug a tire in about ten minutes for ten bucks. Take that, flat!)
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