I'm full up
There's something surprisingly satisfying about looking at your gas gauge after filling up on cheap gas.
It's kind of like looking at your bank balance after the first few pay cheques when you've been broke for a while.
Or when you've filled the wood tray beside the woodstove and the woodbox by the front door.
Probably alone on the last one, aren't I?
It's kind of like looking at your bank balance after the first few pay cheques when you've been broke for a while.
Or when you've filled the wood tray beside the woodstove and the woodbox by the front door.
Probably alone on the last one, aren't I?
