It appears that I had low fuel today.
I went back to work, and I’m not kidding – it didn’t even OCCUR to me to check how much gas Lola had.
Throughout my entire maternity leave, I bet I filled up my car 4 times? Maybe?
So I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I turned off the ‘ole air conditioning and prayed that I’d make it to the gas station.
Whew. I made it.
With 8 miles left to go. (A new record for me.)
Aren’t there just some things you don’t want to deal with? I don’t want to worry about filling up my gas tank and I want there to always be milk in my fridge. Easy as that.
You? What do you hate worrying about?