I have a terrible habit of toodling around town on empty. I detest stopping for gas, although I have no idea why. Maybe it's the memory of pumping gas in my old Cutlass on a windy day, only to have the wind blow my skirt up over my head. Or maybe it's the memory of being harrassed by a beggar at the gas pumps when I worked downtown. Who knows. So, I push the limits. Marc is forever taking my car and filling it up for me cuz he says I'm gonna run out. I've gone for about 20 yrs since the last time I ran out. Til today...
One of my stepsons and I were out running errands and we were honestly about to stop and get gas. I was only 2 blocks away from the station when I ran out. Now that is just an insult to the situation. I can see the station but I can't get there. Sooo, I call Marc. He hurredly runs home from his errands to get the gas can and come rescue us. In the meantime a friend of ours comes by...I am so embarrassed! He pulls up with his his daughters and they hang out with us...laughing at us, while we all wait on the side of the road. Marcus and I were starving too. Thankfully I had a can of diet coke in my lunch bag for work and a pack of crackers in my purse. So we have a roadside pic-a-nic while we wait. It looks like a party when Marc and our other 2 boys finally arrive. Now we have 3 cars, 3 adults and 5 kids all hanging out on the side of the road. Hahahaha!
Oh well, if life gives you a lemon...make lemonade!
On a side note...I'm getting all kinds of new inspiration for my crafts! I've no idea where my muse is or where it is...but it's somewhere around and I'm loving this new, fresh burst of creativity!
Gotta run peeps...will post some new pics later. Hearts!
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