On Monday evening, I drove into our driveway to find that LoLo had left his flashing lights on his car on. When I got into the house, I told LoLo and he went running out to turn them off. I also told him he should probably start his car to make sure the battery hadn't died, so he did and then came back in the house.
We had a fun night of watching our novela (yes, we're still watching the novela with the good looking Mexican man dressing as a woman to get closer to the love of his life...it takes a long time to gain the trust of a lady and then tell her you're not really a lady but actually the man who broke her heart months ago!). We went to bed pretty early because we've been pretty tired lately.
The next morning, we both had to wake up at the same time because I had to be at work early. As soon as we woke up, LoLo jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs yelling something along the way that I couldn't really hear or comprehend.
So I got up and went downstairs and yelled for him but he wasn't in the house.
A few minutes later he came back in and I said, "Ummm what did you say when you were running down the stairs?"
To which he replied (and I am trying not to die of laughter right now as I write this):
" I LEFT MY CAR ON!!!!!"
You may be wondering what he meant by that. Well, he meant that he left his car on. All night. For 12 hours. Because he forgot to turn it off after testing the battery.
*Cue thunderous laughter*
Yes, you read that correctly. My husband left his car on all night. Keys in it. Unlocked. RUNNING.
Thank God we live in Maine now and not the Bronx. That car would have been gone so fast...