First World Problems

Every time Nate and I leave the house together I turn to him before I close the door and ask "do you have the keys?". Now mostly this is habit considering my life as a college student and how many times I locked myself out and/or had to break into my apartment. However, Nate always looks at me as though that is the dumbest question he has ever heard and gives me this snarky response. So, last night I didn't ask. Guess what? The door shut and the keys were still in the house. Yep. Locked out. It was a fun night. What was supposed to be a 20 minute grocery store trip turned into a breaking and entering attempt on our own apartment. I would say Nate is a hero for finally getting us in but since it's his fault in the first place I'm not sure hero is the right word. I love him!