I am still not an idiot

It's a good thing that I am not currently blessed with superhuman strength because were I blessed with such strength I would have ripped the hood off my van this morning. You see, my sweet husband, knowing that my children often play with the lights in the van, has insured that I have a way to jump-start my vehicle. A cute little battery-powered jumper. It's light. It's easy. It's perfect. Who knew that the biggest obstacle for me to overcome would be popping the [insert angry word of your choice here] hood. I pried. I dug. I pulled. I, for the life of me, could not find that elusive little latch that releases the darn thing. Seriously. I mean it...SERIOUSLY! I closed it and pulled the latch and then felt and dug and pulled some more. I was getting foot-stomping angry and had to keep reassuring myself that "I am not an idiot." Then I did the inevitable...called the neighbor. He first asked me if I knew that there was a latch (for lack of a better word) to pull inside the vehicle wherein you "pop the hood." I, very calmly, assured him that I was not an idiot and had indeed "popped the hood" several times :). Thankfully, this man is not only a man, he is a husband and he had enough husband experience to back-pedal a bit. He felt around under the hood and pretended to be baffled too. Then he peeked under, found the latch, and kindly professed that it was in a weird location as he successfully opened the hood to my cursed vehicle. I profusely thanked him, ignoring the fact that he found it necessary to continue his lesson on how to properly "pop a hood" by pointing out where the hood holder upper thing fit into the hood holder upper hole, and told him that he might as well complete his mission of manliness and just jump the vehicle. Day saved. Mission accomplished. And, no worries, I will continue to reassure myself that "I am not an idiot."