This is what I saw when I walked out to my car this morning. Our Miata's tires had been completely lifted.
I walked out. I saw the car. "Balls. Really? Really??" I walked back inside to notify my husband. The conversation went something like this...
Me: Dude... your car has no tires.
Him: What?
Me: Your wheels have been lifted, dude. (for some reason calling him "dude" felt like it broke the news easier.)
Him: Ah man, really?
There we were, me in my work clothes, him in his underpants. Standing outside staring at our poor poor car.
I think we need to find a new place to live...
