Reason #242 Why Craig is the Best Husband Ever!

Earlier this week, I had to pump my own gas. Now, you are probably thinking that I must've had a boring week since I am writing about pumping gas and while that may be true, (don't judge me and my laundry doing, grocery shopping, in bed by 10:30 self) but that is not why I am writing about it. It's because it really is a monumental thing in my life to have to do so.

It seems like such an everyday thing, but I haven't had to do it is a really long time. You must realize that I hate hate hate getting gas. The machines always stop working when I try to use them and I can't figure out how to scan my stupid grocery card to get a discount and then my hands end up all smelly. In the past, if I knew I had to get gas, I would avoid driving my car, and it wasn't about the money, just the hassle. And if I did have to, it would practically ruin my day.

But I say, "In the past" because Craig is super sweet and knowing how much I hate the gas pumping experience, he makes sure I don't have to if at all possible. Even though I drive the car to work more than he does, I am pretty sure that Tuesday was the first time I had pumped gas in the last 12.5 months. Yep, since we got married! And I hadn't really even realized it until I was standing there waiting for it to fill. He really is a pretty great guy.