Wesley is MIA

If you notice Wesley isn't around, it's because he's been put in the doghouse and boarded shut for awhile!!!!!!!!!!! He has been driving my car to work b/c of gas prices and my golden oldie does a little better. Since gas has gone down some, I told him it would be a good time to fill his car up. I didn't think about it until this morning.

I was scheduled for my checkup (which he knew about) and suddenly realized he took off in the car and with the car seat. We have a gas station just down the way and thought that I could get there. So, I packed up the house (seems you need to do that with a baby) and loaded everything in the car. It wouldn't start! GRR...So, into the house I came and I grabbed the stroller and gas can from it's place.

I speed walked to the station where I felt a few sprinkles coming in the brisk fall air. Thankfully, that didn't amount to anything more! I filled the can and managed to get some on the pavement...so glad I gave the oil company a few more cents from my hurriedness and sloppiness.

As I raced back down the alley, a car had to stop and wait for me to get by. Bet he thought, "What a goof!" I ran up to the car, opened the tank and promptly spilled a bunch of gas on the ground and splattered the rest on me. No matter how I tried to get the nozzle in the hole, it just wasn't going to cooperate. So, instead of wasting all the gas, I gave up and called Wesley. That didn't do a bit of good, but at least he knows where he's living now.

Needless to say, the doctor's appt got rescheduled for next week. And now, I'm walking around smelling gas even though I've washed it off.

"I will bless the LORD at all times!"