Where the heck are my keys?

I hardly ever lose my keys. I can't say never because frankly who can? But I am very conscious of my keys most of the time. Today. I lost my keys.

My daddy would be so proud to know that I have put into practice one of his many admonishments. I have discovered the joy of putting something back where I found it. I unfortunately do not always practice this, but for the most part I have found that when I put things back, like my car keys, surprise! They are right there in my purse where they belong!

Yesterday I stopped to check the mail, but I was in Dan's car instead of mine. When I got back into the car, I set my keys (they have the mail box key) on the seat instead of dumping them in my purse which is something I almost always do.

To my horror, I discovered this morning that at no time during my trip to Arbys did I tuck them back into my purse. I got a hold of Dan to discover that why, yes I did leave them in his car. Now they are in his pocket. I searched the house all over to find the Valet key, but only found the one for Dan's car. 5 years of this key sitting in practically the same damn place, and nope. no valet key.

Dan asked why it wasn't hanging on the Key hanger that is in our kitchen. Good question. we don't' have ANY USEFUL keys on that thing..... We're not the sharpest tools in the shed.

So to Braydon's joy he gets to stay until Dan gets home, and to my chagrin, I am not going to aerobics today. Stef texted that she needed a ride as Andy has to work late. I'm glad because Mother Nature showed up yesterday and she's taking revenge for the last two months of nice quick simple periods. But I really need to go. Sigh....

So my friends, lesson learned. Always put things back where you find them, and I guarantee it won't be your fault if they disappear.