get gas

It's a long story...there was a holiday party and a 30 minute drive afterwards. It was raining, had been raining for days, and the Mister, understandably, didn't feel like getting gas...

but at the last station before the road to the coast, we did. "Why are you taking a photograph of the gas pump?" he said. "I don't know," I answered.

An hour and two detours later we were not yet at the hotel. At one point I thought were were going to have to swim. We made it, though, and I love this gas pump.