So Much for Knights in Shining Armor.

So you all know I love my husband, right?  He is sweet and kind and has a dorky sense of humour that you cannot help but laugh at.  The thing is though that he is not good with pressure and therefore not always the best person to go to for help if you need the help right then.

So this morning I dropped him off at "work" (he sometimes drives cars for a rental company that GP use to own) and went to Tim Horton's for tea (yummy) and happened to notice that the car was pretty much out of gas.  (My fault, I used it all yesterday and never asked him to fill it up - which he would have done.)  So I go to the gas station near the Tim Horton's, go in and pay for the gas, come out and I cannot get the freakin' gas cap off!  So I call CH, I am by this time very close to tears as I HATE not being able to take care of myself - and he yells at me!

The tears break free and start coming out of my eyes horizontally, like I am some kind of crazy crying cartoon lady with my silly red car and my giant orange scarf.  I pretty am sure I was a sight to be seen.  So my stupid iPhone (which I actually love) drops the call and I am trying to get this freakin' gas cap off and feeling stressed and crying like a giant 38 year old baby and he calls back and is not helpful at all and tells me basically that it is too bad I will have to figure it out because he is in Fruitvale already and he has to be in Fernie by 11:30 and blah blah blah.

I am hurt and very unimpressed.  Even though I am a strong (mentally not so much physically) capable woman I am not above sometimes needing my husband's help.  Today was one of those times and he did not come through for me.

Sometimes a girl just needs a knight in shining armor - I think I will call my Dad.

:0/  Tina

P.S.  I risked it and drove home with next to no gas.  I think I can make it to work but that might be it.  I really am going to call my Dad!