Friday, August 8, 2014

My guy.

This is how my gas gets pumped. Every.time. He has spoiled me like this ever since we were dating. When we lived in Massachusetts and it was snowing outside he would get up EARLY even though he didn't have to, make my lunch while I was showering for work, then warm up the car and pull it right up to the door. He always offers to run to the store to get goodies (or a restaurant)...I did good:). 

IF for some reason I'm out of town without him Laura, Anne, or Braden pump my gas.

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