As I was pulling Molly into the backyard, I managed to rip a hole in one of her tires. It looks like a random branch did it. It's a fairly impressive looking gash and it resulted in insta-flat.
Now here's the surreal part. I manage to get Molly fully in the driveway before the flat finishes flattening and I'm struck by how amusing the situation is. I mean, really it was dark and I'm sick/tired and not in the mood to deal with it so all things considered, ripping a hole in the tire as I'm parking is really not that bad. It's the kind of thing that is annoying, but which could have been many times more annoying. Tomorrow, I just have to put the spare on Molly and take the tire to see if the tire store will honor the road hazard thing and (hopefully) get a new tire. Not a big deal really.
So, despite having a long stressful day, I seem to still be holding on to my cynical but optimistic outlook on life (possibly with a death grip ;). I think that's what's so amusing, I am very cynical, but shit like this happens and I kinda just shrug and blow it off instead of getting really bent out of shape, and it's not like I'm making the effort to do it either, that's just the way my brain seems to like working ("hope for the best, prepare for the worst").