Monday morning my car tank was bone-dry empty (it had been that way for a whole week!) so I took his car to work instead. As a result, Josh spent half his day pushing a dead car and hitching rides to the gas station and back. Oops
THEN on Wednesday evening, after spending an hour grocery shopping. Josh asked for the keys as I frantically searched my pockets. I had left them in my purse...which I had left in the car. It wouldn't have been so terribly bad if that was the only key. After an hour of attempting to break in ourselves, we finally paid $35 to a locksmith.
Needless to say, Josh was a little frustrated with me. But he was a super trooper and we were able to laugh it all off.
And don't worry, he still loves me...I asked.