My meanest sister

My sister is sooo mean!
When we arrived on Thursday to San Francisco, my only plan for the day was to sleep. And then sleep some more. But instead, this happened:

Yes, those are my grease-monkey paws!

Tires don't hold much air when you have that big of a hole in them! So.... we had three cranky kids buckled in their carseats, and then the two of us. We tried calling the towing company that my grandparents use, but we found out that they don't cover the car, just the driver. And I think they'd notice that we weren't my grandfather. Just a guess.
Once we'd called people and stressed and played with the kids for a while, we finally looked through the car's owner manual and figured out how to undo the extra tire, work the jack, and then we changed the silly thing ourselves. We're pretty much amazing.
There was a kind man who stopped to help us. He helped us get the new tire on and used his better tire iron to tighten the lug nuts again. And then we were all on our merry ways again.
Then we went to our hotel and slept. Then we watched cartoons until 2 AM, cried in our cribs (some of us) until 3 AM, and then went to sleep for a few hours.
And here's where my sister gets mean. First of all, she wakes us up for breakfast. I mean, who does that?! And then secondly, after we eat said breakfast, she makes us all go to a park and petting zoo, where the kids have an awesome time feeding celery to farm animals. Again, who does that?!? I told her that my entire day's plans involved sleeping and sleeping some more. Since her little "driving over a boulder on the freeway" shenanigan had kept me from sleeping as much as I wanted yesterday, I thought she owed me a day of rest. But no. She didn't want to "waste and entire day just sleeping." I saw nothing wasteful about it at all! That sounded like a perfect day! But instead, we went out, had a stupid fun time, and then hung out with Grammy and Papa all evening while we finally got to sleep a bit.
She's awful, isn't she?