So, for the past few days I haven't been able to find my house keys. I've looked EVERYWHERE. Luckily, I have my car key in a different place (so as to not be hard the ignition with a big key ring), so I was still able to get where I needed to go.
But. I had to make sure Phil would be around when I needed to get in and out of the house, and...(here's the ridiculous part)...my bike was stuck on top of my car, since I had oh-so-responsibily locked it on my rack after my Monday afternoon ride.
I got back from swimming today and decided that enough was enough. I had to find the stupid things. They had to be somewhere in the house, right? So, I look in the kitchen, in the sunroom, in the living room...even in the freaking bathroom. And no, this process did not result in a cleaner house...instead of cleaning while I looked, I just moved the mess around from place to place.
Finally, I gave up. Obviously, aliens had come to Earth and stolen my keys for spite. Here's the thing, guys. I am not someone who loses my keys. I know where my keys, phone, and chapstick are at all times.
So this was kind of bizarre for me...hence, my aliens conclusion.
And then I walked into my practice room...for no real reason...and there they were...just sitting there, right next to my flute, peacefully chilling in the sun--not at all realizing the painful anguish they had caused me over the past 2 and a half days.
You want to know the funny part? It proves I hadn't gone near my flute since Monday. Hence, my embarrassment. It's like I was punished for not doing what I was supposed to do. Field of Dreams style--If you practice, they will be there...or something like that.
Stupid keys.
9 comments:
Been there and done that. Found my keys in my horn case after a period of non-practicing, but not before launching into a towering, profanity-laden rage and kicking random crap all over the apartment.
I lost my keys this week too, but I did't find them. At least not yet.
Wow, that is fate. I am so glad you found them. That is the worst- lost keys. I end up borrowing Dad's keys and borrowing office keys when that happens. For me, losing my planner is equally bad because it has all my phone numbers too. And no, I do not have them in my phone like I should if I had some sense. Too much trouble. Anyway, I am glad all is well and the keys reappeared. Love, Mom
At least you wasn't looking for your keys while holding them..now that would truly be embrassing :)
I'm glad you found them . . . I like the Field of Dreams analogy.
since when do you always know where your phone is? ;)
Yep, I've been there too. I once left my car keys in the ignition while it was parked in the garage. Of course, that was the last place I looked.
Stuff happens.
Stay tuned...
Feel your pain.
Once I locked the keys in the car...while the car was running.
Also, I lost my master key to my car. Never found it. I am living dangerously now, and using my valet key...God forbid I lose this one.
I've done the keys locked inside with the ebgine running thing too. It's so embarrassing!
Glad you found them! I had the same feeling of relief yesterday when I found my wallet buried in the car with all my biking/camping gear after Saturday's slopfest. Luckily I had enough gas to get home!
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