Monday, June 06, 2005
I just figured this out....
I stopped at the gas station this morning. First, let me say, “$2.25?!?!?!?” Whoa. That would explain why the-guy-with-the-cute-butt-that-I-married has not been driving the Big Dodge. Holy Buckets, Gas Boy….. I just about maxed out my AmEx filling the Toyota. Since when did fuel cost more than Prada? (Ok, side note here. You may have guessed by now that I don’t fuel up very often. It is just another of my unintended super powers…. Somehow the spousal-unit always fills the tank. It might be because he is allergic to a half-full tank.)
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The deal I made with the Husband, years ago, was I won't go to full service if he will make sure I always have gas in my car. It works.
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