A few nights ago I was with Nathan after having our pictures taken up in Salt Lake. We had just gotten back. He told me he wanted to be able to drive the Camaro so he thought we should go get gas. We got in the Camaro and started driving down the road. A few minutes later I hear my sweetheart say, "Uh-oh...." Oh gosh. "Uh-oh what?" "The engine turned off." "Are you kidding me??" Yep, we ran out of gas on our way to the gas station. Fan-flippin-tastic. It's a good thing I changed out of my heels AND it's a good thing I love him. :) We had to walk all the way back to his house to get his other car, which also happened to be running on fumes. I told him he's never allowed to let his tank get that low again. Long story short, two hours later we had gas in the Camaro.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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