my 'I hate traffic' face.
so yesterday, on my way to class I hit a butt ton of traffic. grrrr. I don't like traffic. but I was going to live. I cranked up my music. opened my can of mt. dew. I'm cruising along then my dreaded gas light turns on.
:o yeah, I panicked.
lalala trying to keep my cool I called M. cause duh he was going to fix the situation from afar. Well he did. he told me to relax. get off the next exit & get gas.
wow! now why didn't I think about that...
crisis averted.
hahaa that sounds like me. 'jeremy help! oh yea...why didn't i think of that'. thank goodness for hubbies who calm us down : )
ReplyDeleteI loath getting gas!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're such a cutie! I'm kind of obsessed with your hair. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I always hate almost running out of gas. Eeek. It happens way too often.
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ReplyDeleteugh getting gas -______- <<<my face every time.
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