Monday, February 18, 2013

It's gas gas gas

I looked awesome today! I wore gorgeous open-toed pumps with deliciously high heels, tight jeans (hey! three kids later and being almost forty I can still fit in them and wear them without anybody cringing, so I might as well brag), phenomenal peach-colored shirt I borrowed from my niece (a year and a half ago), super cool hip length light brown jacket with zippers galore giving it super stylish look, and, curtesy of my in-laws being here, I even had time to put make-up on this morning. In other words, I was sexy and I knew it!

... Until I went to the gas station to fill up. When the tank was full and the click sounded, I pulled the hose out of the tank opening thinking it's ok to do so. Except, the gas was still coming out and so a huge gash sprayed - no, make that WASHED - the whole left side of my car, the roof, my hands, my jeans and my I'll-whip-you-and-you'll-love-it shoes! Some of it even landed on my hair and lips! I think that half the gas station fell over with laughter.

Aaaand that's how, in a blink of a second, I went from 'sexy' to 'smelly and I know it'.

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