I told hubs early on that he would never get bored with me. Today I definitely did my part to keep him entertained. 

Before I get to today's event we need to back up a bit. June in Louisiana in HOT. As luck would have it, the AC in our house went out the last week of June, just in time for a hotter month! After paying an arm and leg for a whole new HVAC system AND the last payment for Serena, my Volkswagen Jetta, (get it Serena Volkswagen like Serena Vanderwoodsen) July heat was manageable. Then bam, the AC went out in Serena! The heat hit me in the face and reminded me about the miserable summer heat in the south. After a stop at the VW dealership and finding out the likely cost was north of $2,000 to fix Serena, my cheapness kicked in. I refused to shell out more money for bought air. I lasted through August and most of September until a very fine group of coworkers made an executive decision that vehicle AC in the south is a must fix item. Last week my keys for Serena were taken and she went into surgery.  

For the last 10 days or so I've been driving the Mr.'s truck, aka The Crusher. This thing is a tank. Pro; I dominate the road. Con; I can't fly into the "compact car only" parking spots up front anywhere and end up getting annoyed searching so I park in the back taking up however many spots I please. 

The other major con to the Crusher I learned the hard way today. The Crusher DOES NOT get the same fuel mileage as my beloved Serena. Last Thursday I put $78 in the crushers dehydrated belly. Serena would be go to go for 2 weeks with that kind of meal so I didn't even notice the gas light come on. Well The Crusher threw a temper tantrum being thirsty departing the city today. After coasting out of the way from moving vehicles I surveyed my options; call hubs, call AAA, handle up myself. Least evil seemed to be handling up myself. I asked a very fine gentlemen who happened to walk outside for a smoke if he would supervise the Crusher so it wouldn't get towed or ticketed since I was sort of blocking a bus stop. 

The nice man directed me to the nearest gas station but warned that they may not sell cans anymore, he wasn't sure. Lucky for me, Exxon does still sell gas cans! Unlucky for anyone that breaks down in that area tomorrow, they only keep one on the shelf at a time. Filled gas can in tow I started the hike back praying the Crusher was still there. I ended up calling hubs on the walk. He was very insistent on the point of this light thingy on the dashboard indicating the fuel level as well as the fact that the Crusher wouldn't make it back to our house on the tiny one gallon can of fuel. 

I educated the nice man supervising the Crusher that they do have gas cans but only one, so don't break down and need it today or tomorrow. I emptied the can and made it back, driving this time, to Exxon. 

I've never been so excited to pump gas in my life.

Since my batting avgerage had taken a serious dip. I picked up $5.99 calzones from Rotolos to have in hand when I finally made it home for our regular Wednesday date night. It definitely helped keep the lecture from hubs about this gas light thingy to a minimum.  

Bottom line. The Crusher was thirsty and does not get the same fuel mileage as Serena. It is also very clear that I must have a vehicle with good fuel mileage (Serena has spoiled me). That said, I need suggestions for a new smallish SUV with a diesel engine. And go! Send your suggestions, please! 

XOXO

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