Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Sunday *Sigh*: Where the Hell Are My Keys?




Losing your purse/ID or misplacing your keys is a sure-fire way to send you immediately into full-blown panic mode. There’s that instantaneous feeling of dread, your heart starts beating out of your chest and you break out in a cold, cold sweat.

I am a creature of habit - with good reason since it’s the only way I can remember anything. I always leave my key ring in exactly the SAME spot so they will always be right where they are supposed to be - except when they aren’t...like on Sunday morning. Let the panic begin!

The search was on as I checked all the usual places. Purse? Nope. Coat Pocket? Nada. The entire kitchen? Zippity do da. Every place I could possibly think of? Zilch. I 100% stuck out.

Any guesses?

You know you always find what you are looking for in the last place you look don’t you? Psssst - that’s because you quit looking once you find what your looking for.

Arrrrrgh!! Where are my keys?!?!??!?!

So after some ranting and raving and a few (ok a lot) of bad words, I opened the door to go outside and lo and behold there were my elusive keys just hanging around in the deadbolt lock minding their own business. Thank goodness the burglars decided not to rob me Saturday night - talk about an open invitation.

Crisis averted - please resume your regularly scheduled programming.

4 comments:

ms bookjunkie said...

Ouch! Been there, done that, not using the t-shirt so will be happy to mail it to you if you want…

Julie said...

OMG I've done that! Thank goodness I live in a small town where they didn't get taken. But that panic is awful!

Twimom227 said...

It's days like this that make me want to go back to bed and cover my head!

The Book Pimp Blogs said...

Thanks for all the support gals! It makes me feel so good to know that I am not alone in my senor-itis moments.