tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post1187315867862605012..comments2023-11-28T02:20:05.084-06:00Comments on Leca, Unplugged: Living on the EdgeTaylor Swimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09662424916880984269noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-69639059579814432782010-08-23T20:44:52.869-05:002010-08-23T20:44:52.869-05:00I HATE getting gas. Whenever Derek borrows my car...I HATE getting gas. Whenever Derek borrows my car, it is an ongoing joke that it will most likely be on E.d.n.williamsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06575275329738789976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-72678998205249520242010-08-22T22:07:19.289-05:002010-08-22T22:07:19.289-05:00You little! I knew I put the fear in you!You little! I knew I put the fear in you!Jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01866394241344913981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-41082583927526359822010-08-22T15:15:54.377-05:002010-08-22T15:15:54.377-05:00That is me too. Once the red light pops up I feel...That is me too. Once the red light pops up I feel I have a good 30 miles so I alwasy push to try and get to the gas station by my house or the one that is literally right off the freeway. Maybe if I just filled up when I knew I had a long journey that annoyance of having to fill up when I absolutely need it wouldn't seem so dreadedJulainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942416940492723851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-88271568908890830932010-08-20T23:00:49.739-05:002010-08-20T23:00:49.739-05:00Me too! I can't recall the last time I gassed...Me too! I can't recall the last time I gassed up - I always blame the empty tank on the hubs and luckily he loves me enough to fill er up. My Mom hated gassing up too and would drive all the way into town to the only place that still pumped it for ya.<br /><br />Oh and my bracelet arrived a while back - I LOVE it!! Once I feel skinny (never) and all purty (ha) I will posts some pictures of my wrist! Thank you again!Mrs. Ohtobehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089074143426605410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-70028598718206917412010-08-20T22:43:05.776-05:002010-08-20T22:43:05.776-05:00My car estimates how many miles left. I usually t...My car estimates how many miles left. I usually take it a bit past zero. Am I crazy too or what? Yay, you hit it right on. That's my kind of rush, too. You are so funny, Lec.iammommahearmeroarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03602811349001142130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-27466898193260922112010-08-20T21:13:42.144-05:002010-08-20T21:13:42.144-05:00This blog is me to a tee. Seriously. I do the same...This blog is me to a tee. Seriously. I do the same thing. I drive on empty for a whole week without filling up ... opps! Only ran out of gas twice ... but not in this car yet. (Knock on wood)TCarolina072390https://www.blogger.com/profile/00835031673962162152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8222326179741016585.post-57341198820623675932010-08-20T11:47:31.466-05:002010-08-20T11:47:31.466-05:00Hee hee! I hate getting gas too. But I also hate...Hee hee! I hate getting gas too. But I also hate totally freaking when the gas light goes on. <br /><br />I do want to say though, when gas was 80 cents when I was in college, I seemed to somehow fill up all.the.time. and keep the car full back then . . .Mandi@TidbitsfromtheTremayneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10770292587963828189noreply@blogger.com