Wednesday, January 5, 2011

It's gonna catch up with me...

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. 

4 comments:

Raegan is my world said...

:) Thats funny.

Bethany said...

You make me laugh and I love you for it!!

Leslie said...

I hate pumping gas too.. So I don't blame you in the least! haha

Eva Marie said...

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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