I ran out of gas today. Yes I know it was dumb but what are ya gonna do? The gas gauge in my car broke 3 days before our wedding and there was no way in hell I was going to take my car in and get it fixed considering the crazy amount of errands I had to run that whole week. Then...3 days after we got married, the warranty ran out. I have done fairly well resetting the trip meter and when it reaches around 300 I know I should be stopping for gas sometime in the near future (it goes to 330). Well...I ran out of gas on a busy exit on mile 299. I had a friend with me and she stayed in the car while I walked to the gas station, filled a little red gallon tank, and walked back to the car. The whole escapade took about 20 minutes and no harm done. It wasn't until after I got in the car that the water works started. It wasn't the fact that I ran out of gas...it only took me 20 minutes before I was on my way. It was the fact that I couldn't call Kevin and tell him about it that made the wave of grief hit me like tsunami. It was the fact that I couldn't hear him laugh at me, tell me he's glad I'm okay, and then laugh at me some more about it that was so incredibly hard. It is small things like this that make a fairly okay day turn into a curl up on the couch and not get up day. I am going to force myself to go out with some friends and hopefully it will wash over...I would give anything to hear his laugh again.