Blowout...!

Dear Nicky,

I spent all morning cleaning up the front yard from leaves and twigs. This afternoon, shortly after you guys departed for Granny's house, I get a call from Mom, who tells me you guys just had a blowout, which is when a tire basically explodes while driving down the road. I jump in the car and hurry over to where you guys are. We transfer you over to the Subaru and I set about changing the tire, a cumbersome process made harder by the rapidly setting sun. I get on the road at last and come home and have dinner. Soon you guys are back from Granny's, then you're getting a bath and are going up to bed. And that's the day.