It's probably one of my husband's biggest pet peeves. But I can't help it. I've always been this way, and I'll probably always BE this way. It's just me.
I hate pumping gas. HATE it. I just feel that it's not my thing. Pumps are nasty, dirty, gross. It's just one issue that I'd rather have taken care of for me. Kind of like how I keep his bathroom clean, or how I keep his sheets washed, or filling his belly with good food.....
Is it too much to ask to be pampered in this one way? Really?
I will do it, if I have to. But I've come to learn that I have approximately 30 miles once the light comes on before I need to worry. So when that light comes on, I'm just done running for the week. Or until he pumps my gas.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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4 comments:
:) Thats funny.
You make me laugh and I love you for it!!
I hate pumping gas too.. So I don't blame you in the least! haha
i hate doing this too but still do it.. wonder what would happen if I just stopped hahah
i keep sanitizer in the car and use it right after because like you the pump makes me go "ick"
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