Someone somewhere is laughing at me.
On Friday night (after my head injury) I suddenly realized I couldn’t find my car keys. (My Dad: Sigh.) I usually throw them in the BIG key bowl when I get home, but they weren’t there. So, I checked the little key bowl. No keys. I thought it was weird but figured I’d find them in the morning.
I was about to go to the store Saturday morning when I remembered I still hadn’t found my keys. I looked in both key bowls again and just gave up and grabbed the spare set. As the day went on, I told everyone to keep an eye out for my missing keys. I saw MrZ and LilZ both go to each key bowl to look themselves, to no avail. (Can you tell where this is going?)
Sunday I started getting frantic. I knew I’d need my keys to get into the office Monday morning. I told LilZ he had to help me find them. I believe I even took away phone privileges until he did. (Man. I’m an awesome Mom.) He went back to the key bowl again, just like I did, because we both know how sometimes they’ll be in the first (or second, third, and fourth) place you looked. Nothing. We dumped out toy boxes and pulled up couch cushions. It was insane.
On Monday morning I emailed work to tell them I’d be in after 8am so I could be guaranteed someone had unlocked the door. I sat and worked from home for a few hours that morning getting more and more frustrated that I wasn’t going to be able to get to the office early like I usually do. I got up and once again dug through the key bowl.
There they were. Under some change and a chapstick. My keys. In the one place we had each searched about five times.
The Universe hates me.
Dude! Maybe you have a ghost? Or maybe you’re like me – I always glance over things without seeing them and then claim they’re lost right before my husband points out that what I’m looking for is right where I just looked.
GHOST GHOST GHOST!!!!
The ghost at my mom’s house ALWAYS did that with keys! She’d hide them, then they’d appear on the middle of the table!
I have done the exact same thing — except with the CAR, not the keys. I tell you, street parking a black Jetta in a neighborhood where there are 50 million other black Jettas is enough to drive you insane. And possibly call the cops to report your crappy black Jetta stolen.
Sorry if I missed this, but why do you have two key bowls? Are they for different kinds of keys?
No way. The key gremlins put them in the bowl when your back was turned.
But, just in case you might consider removing non-key items from the key bowls.
I was convince I had lost my cell phone because it wasn’t in the front pocket of my bag where I usually keep it. I found it later in the main pocket.
I flip out when I lose things just like Bulldog on Frasier:
“WHO STOLE MY KEYS?! THEY WERE RIGHT THERE A SECOND AGO! THIS IS TOTAL B.S. — oh. Found ‘em.”
I could have totally written this post. Seriously…right down to the key bowl….
Only I don’t have children to help me look…but on the plus side…I have a dog that I can blame it on. Granted she has never been the culprit…however…it could happen right??
Somewhat off topic, but I was just glancing at the adorable pics of NikkiZ in your flickr and thought it might be worth it to look in to:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahsmile1/1436257706/in/photostream/
I hope not!
What are the odds?!
this is spooky and it happens to me too, all the time!!!
Weird. I was thinking it was NikkiZ and they were in a plastic bowl somewhere cooking.
Wow that’s freaky!!! I have had that happen to me before. I swear we have a ghost in our house.
OMG!!! I just went to flickr link left in the comments by Dirka… and My heart skipped a beat!
I post my family on flickr all of the time. Because that’s how other’s in my family… near and far.. keep up with the kids and what’s going on at my house.
My first impulse was to lock all my photos down. But then that would stop my family from seeing them as well. And then what’s the point?