The number of days my hair had gone unwashed, causing me to throw on a hat before running out of the house in a mad rush, wearing my pjs & slippers: 3
The number of miles I came short of reaching home again before running out of gas: .25 - so close!
The number of times I smacked my head on my steering wheel, asking God, "Why me?": Only once I'm proud to say.
The number I then called to state my emergency: my sister's
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| {God bless her perky little self for leaving work to come to my immediate rescue} |
The number of school buses filled with laughing children who passed me in my animal print pants: 2 (which we all know is two too many.)
The number of people who thought it was all a fun adventure: 1 small boy (and his dog)
The number of times I've ran out of gas in my life: 6? 7? I think there could be a life lesson there!
The number of chocolate chips I've eaten since finally making it back home: ... ummm... I don't know what you're talking about!
Bahahahaha.... what an adventure. I'm glad to be your speed dial superhero anyday!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh good, because you're conveniently close! :)
DeleteToo funny Jod, laughed out loud at the gas pouring shot...actually very flattering and cute though. It's kind of like how I love that shot of Jay when I got him up in the dark to go hiking still makes me smile. ( may your future gas cans always be full ;D
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, I'll take that gas tank blessing! :)
DeleteJodi you are looking dead sexy in those animal print pants. I want to see those on your next WIWW post. ;)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, I'm afraid that's not going to happen!
DeleteYou are funny. Great look on your face while filling your gas tank. Next time blame it on Russell. You could say that he took the car out the night before and was suppose to fill it up??? just an idea. I've actually ran out of gas a couple of times in my life and the last time was only about a year ago, but I have a good excuse:)
ReplyDeleteHey, I have a good excuse too... there were "extenuating circumstances"! (Namely, I was helping my Nanna pack for Uganda the night before and didn't leave her house till after 1 am - when the gas station was already closed. And then, because I was so tired and overslept the next morning, I rushed out in a panic to get the kids to school and forgot my purse!)
DeleteCircumstances aside, I like the blame Russell idea. He's a good fall back ;)
You forgot the number of times you could have gotten saved had this happened in Pastor Gary's driveway.
ReplyDeleteHA! That made me laugh out loud :)
DeleteJodi...I just love you. Smiles
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