"I'm a total idiot, and if you put this on your blog - you're dead..."

Those are the words I heard from Bryan after about an hour and a half of frustration in the garage. What was he doing, you ask? Well, he happened to lock the keys in the van. It wouldn't be a big deal, except that's our only key. Thinking about it, we only have one key for both of our cars and our house. We should be smarter. Especially since it is the second time in the last six months this has happened. Last time it happened, we had to pay a ridiculous amount of money for a locksmith to come over for five minutes and open the door. Seriously - ridiculous. Not again. Bryan was determined to do it himself. He's done it before in his car (okay, we need extra keys...)

I opted to let Bryan run solo on this one. He needed full concentration. This is usually the kind of situation that leads to arguments between us. I just kept getting updates every so often of "I'm almost there." Okaaay. After a very mangled hot dog roaster and a trip to Lowe's to get something "a little more sturdy," Bryan Macgyvered the door open by sticking his contraption through the window and pushing the unlock button on the door.

So what took him so long? Why did he call himself a total idiot? (He said it, not me). He was trying to unlock the passenger door - the door with the unlock button that doesn't work. The driver must unlock the passenger door from his side. Now, this knowledge is not new to us. We are reminded every time I try to get out of the car, and Bryan has to unlock the door for me on his side. So basically, Bryan spent over an hour pushing down on a button that clearly hasn't worked since we bought the van. When the little light bulb in his brain lit up, Bryan went over to the driver's side door and finagled it open in a matter of minutes.

Here's your sign....

Now if I were him, I probably wouldn't have admitted this to anybody.