of gas and chips (and not what you think i mean by that - flatulence-free post)

today i discovered my low fuel light.

i'm not like my mom; i don't fill up at a hair under half a tank, just in case the terrorists strike or anything. i like to hit big E first, but i've never been quite low enough, and always stressed that i didn't have a low level light. yeah i found a way to stress about that. but it's there, and now i can push the limits a little more. nothing like growing as a person.

speaking of growing, i think my personal exposure limit to sunchips is about infinity. i can eat these little bastards for 3 meals a day. my menstrual gnomes hold my ovaries captive, and french onion sunchips are the ransom. works every time.

my first day of hazardous spill response training was cool. i learned all about the NFPA diamonds and DOT codes for haz material transport. and beyond that, what kinds of noxious gas can be formed by mixture with water. and the appropriate evacuation radii for such occurences. so i can clean up tanker spills on I-495 now. sweet. tomorrow i get to wear an SCBA. sexy.

kz might wish he had an SCBA later on, when he has to deal with the aftermath of my sunchips. ha! i lied, totally flatulence.