Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Last night I had my oldest offspring go and load the back of my Jeep so I could haul off the trash. This should be my hubby's job, but he has gotten slack about it, and I can't stand to see a bag of garbage sitting out beside the can. So, after said offspring returns from packing my Jeep with trash, I get my keys and go.
Now, I have not gone anywhere in the Jeep in two weeks. I got five feet from the front of our house and realized the gas light is on. What?! I left my Jeep with a FULL tank of gas. $30.00 worth. I look down and it isn't in the red--it's on Empty! I am serious. The needle is parked on the E.
The Jeep starts to sputter so I pulled into a neighbor's driveway, waited for the slowest drivers in all of North America to pass behind me, then promptly turned around and went home. I made it into the yard where the Jeep died on me.
I went back into the house where hubby was watching TV. "I thought you were taking off the trash." I told oldest offspring at this point to go load the trash in daddy's car. Then I turned to hubby and told him my ride was parked on the lawn with no gas. I was not pleasant. I know who ran the gas out of it. Hubby and my oldest recently took my Jeep to the lake for the sole purpose of being able to ride with the top down, and then hubby drove it back and forth to work at least two days last week. You're telling me they didn't pass a freaking gas station, not once? MEN!!! And they have the balls to talk about women drivers?
On a lighter note, I came across this odd cow collector site by accident this morning while looking up pictures of manatees. Actually this site was quite interesting. I don't collect cows, but if I did...