Monday, January 28, 2013


Thanksgiving weekend my car keys went missing.  We searched the house high and low.  We had done several house projects and been to Home Depot a dozen times, so we called there to check.  We were in my parents truck, and searched it multiple times. No matter how hard I tried, I could not remember where I had put them.  The hubs had driven my car on Thanksgiving morning to run to the store, but he swore up and  down that he had taken my extra set of keys that were still hanging on the key rack.  

A couple of times since moving into our house, I have come home from work, unlocked the door and forgot my keys in the lock.  The hubs usually came in behind me and would pull them out of the lock and bring them in the house while making fun of me for leaving them.  We have a screen door, so you wouldn't notice them from the outside, unless you walked up and opened the screen door.  So in the last few months I have had a few moments of panic, where I thought maybe I had left them in the door and someone had taken them.

From the very beginning of this ordeal, the hubs has sworn that he had never touched my keys.  I have continued to look everywhere and it was like they just disappeared from the earth.  Fast forward to this past Saturday.  We decided during a sun break that we were going to work in the yard.  Hubs goes to pull on his U of O hoodie that has been hanging on the coat rack forever.  Guess what he found in the pocket?  You got keys. All's well, that ends well I suppose.  At least it wasn't me that lost them this time... :)

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