Not all luck is bad.... just mine

So I hate, more than anything, being late. Sometimes, it's acceptable... but I am not one to sleep in casually.
That's how my day started. Alarm never went off because I am too stupid to set it correctly. I wake up and realize that not only was I supposed to meet Solo 30 minutes ago about 15 miles away, but my phone is dead (no juice left) and it's raining.
I call Solo to make my first apology of the day.
After a cup of coffee, I feed the dogs and make the decision to drive to Tyler and pray that I outrun the rain I am just sure is heading that way.
On the highway, my car is making a lot of noise. But it's handling OK and there are no lights. I continue, outrun the rain, arrive at Tyler State Park and realize that one of the bolts to my seatpost is missing. So of course I cannot attach and tighten the seat.
No problem, right. I can find a bolt to fit. And I go happily driving into Tyler, only to find the RV place is closed - DOH. After all it is a FEDERAL HOLIDAY. Seems somebuddy beat me with the stupid stick while I was asleep.
Not to be stopped, although simply just giving up would have saved me much internal heartache and embarassment to boot, I drive on, stopping at three more stores before I find and Auto Zone that is not only open, they actually have an M5 - 0.8 bolt. Well, they come in sets of four. And four nuts are sold separately.
Driving back to the park, I now realize that the tire noise is getting very bad.
By the time I pull into the bike lot, I am now ready to shake babies and skin cats.... So what does a perfectly well educated woman with a sense of humor do.... ? SHe breaks down in tears and manages to insult Bgreen in less than 3 minutes.
Somehow the seat gets attached to my bike, the pedals get tightened, the tires aired up and the helmet makes it to my head.
I am riding EZ and then A loop, chewing my gum so hard I think it was begging for mercy. I can't breathe for all the snot running down my throat because of the god-forsaken tears and then I run right over a nice dry log that breaks into pieces and gets caught up in my rear wheel.
I make it to within one hill of the A/B split when I am reduced to walking because the rear tire has now gone flat.
Solo, saint among men, patienly walks back to the car with me, where he shows my why my car was making that hideous noise -- the inside of my drivers' side front tire is shredding!
With much help and general looking on, and some serious toys that Aspen produced, the tire got changed and the spare aired up...
After this, I gas up and head to Bodacious... the freaking service SUCKS. as usual, tho, the food tastest just fine after all that crap and someone tells me that I've had my three fouls for the day.
And I would have believed him too, except that while driving home, my antenna sheared off at the base and went flying over the roof of hte car and landed on the trunk lid.
Needless to say there are some days when you simply need to humble yourself before God and the universe and say Mea Culpa!
Please Lord, forgive me. For whatever it is I may have done to you, I am sorry.
Now... can someone tell me if there's a better deal on tires than Costco?
How about replacement bolts for a thompson seatpost?
Stan's?

Hell, I need a wrench night bad.

Thanks for listening. That is all.
Goodnight

ps. BG.... my apologies again for being such a ridiculous bitch. There is no good reason. I'm simply an idoit some times.