Gas Guzzled
Hey internet pals:
How's everyone doing? Fine? That's great. Me, I'm pretty good too. Don't get to blog as often with work and life in general, but I'll keep plugging.
What am I doing right now? Not much. Just sitting here in my van. In the parking lot of Tim Horton's. With three kids trying to bug each other to death.
No, I'm just sitting here.
With absolutely no gas. Sorry, the salsa I had last night doesn't help.
But, you say, don't you know when your gas is getting low? Well yes I do. Normally. In fact the light just came on coming home from work last night. So I should be fine.
Oh wait.
I let my daughter take the van last night.
NOW it all makes sense.
I hope I'm able to make friends in prison. When I'm in for murder.
4 Comments:
Serves you right - your wife has repeatedly asked you to fill the car at the half tank marker, but nooooo....
You know, Love Monkey never puts gas in the car ever(salsa, notwithstanding). Maybe it's the broken chromosome
you had 3 kids with you... that's a ton of pushing power!
Oh yeah, go ahead, blame it on the teenager!
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