I hate when I get stupid

I ran out of gas.

That's right, on the way home from Minneapolis Saturday afternoon, I ran out of gas, on the side of the highway, just 300 meters or so from a gas station (though I didn't know it at the time because it was obscured by the hill).

Geez! I'm still kicking myself because, well, that was just dumb and I can't really believe it happened. Oh, but it did.

Sierra and I had just gotten back in the car after a stop when the gas light came on and I really didn't want to stop again since we had just stopped. When the gas light comes on in our mini van, we still have quite a bit of time/gas before a fill-up is really required, so I figured that I could make it to Dubuque and then fill up. I was driving along, I called Jason to see where he was (he was driving up from St. Louis to meet me at my parents' house) and we chatted that I was a little bit behind him and had to stop for gas so would be there maybe 45 minutes after him.

I was heading up the very last hill into to Dubuque, like I mentioned, just 300 meters from a gas station, when the cruise control turned off and the car started slowing down. I pressed on the gas pedal. Nothing. I knew instantly what had happened. Cr-ap! Apparently, when the gas light comes on in my mom's car (which I had borrowed to drive up to the wedding), I do not have quite the amount of time/gas before a fill-up is required as I do in our own vehicle.

Thanks goodness for cell phones. I called Jason. "I ran out of gas." He laughed, "No you didn't." "Honey, I frickin' ran out of gas and I'm sittin on the side of Highway 20!" Jason was almost to my parents', so he headed there, dropped off the dogs, picked up my dad and a gas can and they came to rescue us.

Sheesh. How embarrassing.

At least we amused ourselves while we waited for help to come.

Running out of gas is ... um ... fun?


Look at all the cars driving by! They all have gas in their tanks!
Wheeee!