Sighs

I'm going to tell you a story. And it's going to be a true story.

You: "Of course it is; those are the only kind you tell!"

Yesterday, Mike and I went to the store to buy all the goodliness for yesterday's adventures (see yesterday's adventures in the post below).
We alternate who drives to the store, class, and other places in order to equalize mileage and gas usage by each. So since I was running low on gas and have to refill for the week coming up, I volunteered to drive.

"Yeah, I'll drive," I said, "I need to get gas."

On the way to the store, I saw the prices...$3.58, $3.59...

Then we come out of the store, and we're driving, and Mike's like, "Do you want a soda or something? They're only 59 cents here."
Sure! As I pull into Parker's which is, in fact, a gas station.

But do I park at the pump? NO. I totally forgot getting gas was even an objective for today.

So we get our drinks, and we even talk to a guy in the parking lot about directions, and it never even hits me that I need to fill up.

Then I woke up this morning and discovered that I didn't get gas at all yesterday.
I'm losing my marbles a lot faster than I had planned, and I don't even have children.

Unless Sam counts.

Putting 'gas' on the grocery list,
TWS