I'm late blogging this morning, but that's because I slept in with my sweetie! The kids are still sleeping. We've made the most of our long weekend and still have more fun planned for today. So, this morning, a quick photo of the day and I'm off to make waffles!
Things I hate to Do ~ Get Gas!!
I would rather run out of gas than stop at the gas station. It makes no sense, I realize. It's just one of those things that I do not enjoy doing. I hate touching the handle of the gas nozzle. It's germy. I always wrap a paper towel around it. I hate standing there in the cold or the heat waiting for the tank to fill. I hate that it takes time out of where I'm trying to get to. Consequently, my tank is either full or running on fumes because I go as long as I can between the two. I hate paying for it! $96.06 to fill my tank! I could think of many more fun things to do with that moolah!! I think that the only other place I dislike going more than the gas station is the bank and the Post Office. These three places try my patience more than any other. Well... except Walmart! Don't get me going! Wait, I already am. Annnywaaaaaaaay, this photo was taken of my sweetheart, who insisted on filling my tank in a blizzard, since I was getting low. I told him that I would just do it on Monday and he, knowing how much I enjoy the task, said he'd get it for me then. Truth of the matter was, he admitted, he loves being outside in the snow. Have I mentioned that this was taken at 1:00 in the morning!? I love this man! And have I mentioned that I loved this storm!? We're off to play on our last day of winter break!
A good time to laugh is any time you can.
My hubby and son are always nagging me when the tank goes under half. I know. I know. I like pumping gas about as much as a root canal. One of those necessary evils in life I guess. lol!
Posted by: Pamela K. | Monday, February 20, 2012 at 04:42 PM
Toooo funny, my husband always says E is for enough. He hates gas stations, Post Offices, Medical Facilities. He fills my tank occasionally, but only because of the macho thing. He wouldn't dare go into the Post Office or even touch the mail for that matter. LOL.
Posted by: Debra Guerrero | Monday, February 20, 2012 at 10:23 AM