Hate it when that happens...

This morning I jump in my car to scoot to Wal-Mart to pick up the Hannah Montana cupcakes for my daughter's classroom birthday party at school tomorrow. I start my car and look at the gas gauge. It's on E. Uh-oh...when did that happen? I flip through the electronics and it says I have two miles left in the gas tank. Uh-oh again. Oops. I make it to the gas station, keeping a close eye on the gauge (like that would change anything at this point).

How did that happen? I never let it get THAT close to empty. I get that "beep" and light on my dash when I get within 40 miles of being empty. I don't remember hearing that the last time I drove. Then I remembered why. I had Alanis Morisette blaring on the stereo. I was listening to female angst at top volume and didn't hear the empty warning beep when it came. If I would've run out of gas before the gas station - talk about female angst!!! Nevermind the fact that my husband would never let me forget it if I'd run out of gas (like I never let him forget his speeding tickets) and had to call him for help...just the embarrassment of my car dying in the middle of the road would've been enough angst for me for one day.