tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9759192.post9133227372329337033..comments2007-11-16T10:03:10.078-06:00kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17624466389287896363noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9759192.post-7604113863560834992007-11-16T10:03:00.000-06:002007-11-16T10:03:00.000-06:00It's okay if you tell embarrassing things to the internet, because I'm pretty sure that's what it was invented for. <BR/><BR/>I, too, wait until the last possible minute to put gas in my car. It drives Jeremy nuts. He fills up when he gets down to a quarter of a tank. I've only run out once, back when I had my Pathfinder, and fortunately it was at the top of the bridge and the gas station was at the bottom, so I lucked out. Now I have a car that tells me how many miles I have left on the tank, so it kind of takes the fun out of it. :)Sondranoreply@blogger.com