Have you ever ran out of gas?

Do you like this view? Do you find it comforting? 

I became very intimate with this scene on Saturday afternoon, when my car ran out of gas right here...on the side of the highway, with no shoulder...

Now if you are like every other person I know, you will ask the following questions:

How did that happen?

Why didn't you put gas in the car?

Followed by this advice:

You shouldn't be so cheap.

Never let the gas get under a half tank. 

and my personal favorite: You did it on purpose for attention didn't you? (That came from my aunt)

So I thought I would answer the questions here because its become quite a joke amongst my friends and family.

First of all I ran out of gas because I didn't put gas in my car. I should've filled it when I was in Rathdrum, but the Chevron in Cocalalla has better beef jerky. My low fuel light doesn't work, and you have to use advanced mathematics to be able to discern when my car will decide to run out of gas.

No one would have known about this little snafu, except I had to call for help. First I texted everyone I knew, since no one was in the area, I realized that I would have to call my husband. This meant first and foremost that he would kill me as he was at some football watching party and then LECTURE me because I am so absent minded and out of control. I briefly considered opening the hood of my car and breaking some shit so that he would think it was a simple "break down" and not my fault. 

Since I did feel stupid and probably did deserve some wrath I called my husband. As you might guess he was pissed. He came to my rescue, but since I was in such a precarious position (teetering on the brink of a small ravine) my car wouldn't start even with that full can of gas.

My husband had to tow me to level ground in order for the car to start. But my fat ass blazer broke his tow rope.

Then he skidded out of control down the ravine and promptly got stuck. His eyes were glowing red and I'm pretty sure he would have gone Ike Turner on my ass, but then a bunch of young dudes in a HUGE truck stopped to help.

Its North Idaho so it goes with out saying that they had ropes and chains and shit. They also had stacks (as in those smoke pipe things you see on the side of Semi's) on their pick up truck. They were the real deal.  They pulled him out of his predicament in about 3 seconds. This actually might have made my plight worse. You see, anytime a man with a bigger truck rescues your husband out of a mess that you got him into, well his balls apparently shrink to the size of pearl onions. True story.

We did manage to get my car started. But he's still mad about his balls.

So internet people, this is my way of saying sorry to my husband.

xoxoxo