A flat (more like exploded) tire

I was not feeling well at all last night. I went to bed just after 8:00. Eric stayed up with Kaylin and put her to bed after 10:00 in hopes that she would sleep in late so I could get more rest. His plan worked, Kaylin slept in until 11:15!! I hope she continues to sleep in as she gets older. I needed to go grocery shopping before Eric came home for lunch because we were out of lunch food (i.e. frozen pizza). Kaylin and I were finally out of the house by noon. I was feeling a little rushed since Eric normally comes home between 12:30 and 1:30. And although I still didn't feel well, going to the store was better than trying to come up with something to make for lunch. While on the off-ramp of the freeway I started hearing this really loud, awful noise. At first I thought it was the pavement because work is being done on it. But the noise continued when I got to the nice pavement. And the car started to smell like burnt rubber (which I also attributed to the road work) and shake. On the short drive to the store from the freeway off-ramp I realized that there was definitely something wrong with my car. It was shaking a lot and making the most terrible noise. I thought it was the engine and that all four tires were going to fall off. I drove slowly into the parking lot and a guy was looking at me all weird. Judging by his expression, I thought I might be dragging a body under my car. I stopped and rolled my window down and looked at him expectantly. He said, "Did you know you have a flat tire? It's flatter than heck! You'd better park your car." I said, "No, I didn't know that. Thank you." And I felt like an idiot. It didn't feel like what I would think a flat tire should feel like. I called Eric to come rescue me. Thankfully Eric works only 10 minutes from the store. So Eric came to save me and Kaylin and I did our grocery shopping while Eric dealt with the flat tire. And this didn't look like any flat tire. It looked like the tire exploded off of the rim. It was totally separating from the rim. After the spare was on Eric came to find us in the store and helped us finish the shopping. Then we went home for some frozen pizza. But I wasn't in the mood for frozen pizza, so I had spaghetti o's with franks. Wow... our lunch habits are great.