Battle to Dominance!

In a race to see who could leave first - I lost.
Roger and were lying in bed this morning, enjoying our Saturday morning discussing what plans were today. I had plans to go to a service project for a sister in the ward and Roger wanted to get his hair cut. He said I could go when he got back.. and I argued that he could go when I got back. So it was a race to see who could get out the door faster. I tried to throw on my jeans and he ripped them off while trying to gather his things (wallet, glasses, etc). Since he took my jeans, I took down his shorts trying to throw them on.. he grabed one leg so I couldn't get the other one in.. and tied my jeans in knots. He threw my jeans back at me and took his shorts, hurrying to put them on so he could get to his truck. I grabbed my keys and his keys, thinking he couldn't go any where, until he grabbed the spare. So I made a mad dash to the car carrying my jeans... he went for his truck.. we ignited our engines and HE WON! Grrrr! It takes a second for my car to switch into gear, so even though I had it in reverse and had my foot on the gas, I wasn't going anywhere. He had blocked me in.. so I couldn't leave! So needless to say, he won that battle today and I sorely lost. He turned off his truck, I finished unknotting my jeans to get dressed in my car (hoping no one saw me frolicking across my yard to get to my car), we switched keys and he left to get his hair cut.