Keys in the Car

Before I get into my story, here are some pictures.

I ran a 5k with my sister this weekend. Click here to find out her amazing journey.

Very sleepy Lover.

The other day we went back to the old house to check on things, making sure there was no homeless people or large animals that had gotten in. You know, just the usual. Brandon went in the house before I did, because I was putting on my makeup in the car. When I got out, I got Ryker, hit the automatic locks on the door, and went inside.

Not too much later, Brandon said something like this, "Will you go unlock the car? I don't have the keys with me."

Uh oh.

In my mind I saw both sets of keys to the Jeep sitting in the center console, locked inside the car.

How to break this news to Brandon? Brandon, who is one of the most high-strung, over-the-top, red personalities that has ever existed.

"Honey," I said, "I don't want you to freak out, but I have some bad news...."

I won't tell you exactly what was said (yelled) after this. But, it wasn't pretty. In almost ten years that I have either dated or been married to Brandon, I have never seen him this mad. Our doors were open too. Imagine all of the following happening at once:

- A flock of birds fly from a bush.

- Somewhere, a kitten falls over dead.

- A baby in the womb sheds tears.

- The Angel Moroni falls off the temple.

- The leaves on the trees immediately die and fall to the ground.

I quickly determined that Brandon was either A) going to kill me in my sleep or B) divorce me. It's a good thing he went out with his friend McCall, who is a police officer, that night to see a movie. McCall knows that if I ever end up dead, Brandon is the prime suspect. I think Brandon decided that option A wasn't going to work, and option B would take too much energy. I'm glad he's speaking to me now, though.

Hey, did you know that insurance covers a locksmith if you lock your keys in the car? This is probably the only reason I'm still here.