I ran out of gas...in my own driveway

You ask how this is possible? First, you need to know that we live on a hill or cliff as we affectionately call it in our house. It has it's benefits. No lawn to mow in the back, no neighbors close-by, the convenience of occasionally throwing a turkey carcass down the hill (long story, but one of my great joys at the holidays). It also has it's "down side" (hardee-har-har). At the slightest mention of snow or ice, we trudge out in the cold to move our cars out to the road and Rich has to pretreat the driveway so we don't have our very own ski slope.
It also is good to make a note that you may be running low on gas in your vehicle before parking it on a downward slant in said driveway. I realized that I would need to stop for gas on my way to work when I got home from work last evening. I had enough to get to the gas station, no problem, so it wasn't dangerously low on gas. My sweet husband did not know this information. He is always looking out for me and starts my van on these cold mornings. He is thoughtful like that. He also wasn't aware of the wardrobe issues I would be having today so that I was running behind schedule and my van would be running extra long today. He left to take Gunther for his morning walk and started my van. I hurriedly got into the van ready to briskly make my way to the gas station and thought how odd it was that all the dash lights were on and cold air was coming out of the vents. Then it dawned on me, Gulp, I was out of gas. In my own driveway. Rich was still on his walk with Gunther and I thought "OK, I am a big girl, just get the gas container and put enough into the tank to get it to start before Rich gets home and he will never know." Looking in the garage there are an assortment of gas containers. I realized that there all kinds of potions mixed for Rich's boat and I best not even try to decide which one might be OK to use. So, being the super smart girl that I am, I trudged out to the shed on the other side of the house, opened the doors, looked in and saw the gas container buried under all kinds of things I am sure are very important but looked like a bunch of junk to me. In my skirt and heels, I shoved these things out of my way and picked up the gas container and realized there was approximately 2 drops of gas in there. Not helpful. I placed this container into Rich's car and knew I had to run to the gas station. As I am driving there, I see my beloved on the road with Gunther and he looked at me very puzzled and I told him I would be right back, I need to get gas since my van ran out of gas in the driveway. He just said OK and didn't really seem to question me. I returned with the gas container fully prepared to place it in my tank all by myself when I see by dear husband coming out. He takes the container and puts it in my tank and I am pretty sure he was muttering under his breath something about how I should have gotten gas, blah, blah, blah. After a few tense stares at each other, we both laughed which is usually how most of our tense moments end. Mostly because of my beloved. Me? I can stay mad a good long time but his mad-o-meter is about 2 seconds. That's why he is good for me. Take these valuable lessons and always remember, don't park on a hill facing down. That could go in a fortune cookie.