i've got gas

I hate being cancelled on and I hate being late. So I try and extend the same courtesy to my friends. Sometimes, it's hard. So I'm going to meet my friend for lunch. I've got it all planned out. The baby wakes up, eats, poops and we're outta here. He did his part, but I didn't plan my part too well. I thought since we had extra time I'd stop for gas. I was on EMPTY and things didn't look good. When I pulled the handle out at the gas station, gas spewed EVERYWHERE. We are talking on my clothes, my hands, the whole side of the car. Thank god the windows were up or the baby would have been covered too. I felt like crying. Maybe it was just the gas fumes making my eyes swell, who knows.

God forbid the baby grabs my hand or clothes, and puts it into his mouth. So I drive home, wash off the gas, change my outfit, then hose off the car and take off to the restaurant. I was late, but at least the car didn't catch fire as I'm driving down the street.

The CPK Chinese Chicken Salad was good by the way.