Rob is going on a 52 mile hike with his cousins, we have spent the last couple of weeks gathering supplies for his adventure. Last night we hit Sports Authority, Costco (after 9 years I am finally a card carrying member, YAY), and finally Big 5. The sidekicks were starting to get tired and I knew we should be getting home but I really wanted to finish getting what was needed. After a warning to stay off the exercise equipment I made my grand exit from the store dragging my 3 sidekicks with me, leaving Rob to finish up his shopping, and we would sit in the car and wait. I had one hand holding my hollering 8 year old and the other hand searching my purse for my keys. Search after search presented the same results, no keys. I didn't want to but I peaked in the car and saw my keys lying there taunting me with all the doors locked.
I called Rob and asked if he had keys to the car. Unfortunately for me when we first started our shopping adventure Rob informed me I couldn't lock my keys in the car because he was leaving his in the center console. I told him he cursed me, I am the person that checks and then checks again to make sure I have my keys before locking it. I never leave my keys in the car and I don't know what in the world happened.
So Rob, being the hero he is, went back in the store and bought a package of roasting forks. He then managed to thread it through the window and unlock the car door.
I still can't believe how amazing my husband is, I don't know what I would do without him.