I have a terrible history with keys–some due to my own actions and some due to the actions of others.  But the result is always the same “Where the hell are my keys?”  I must utter this 10 times a day.  I’d like to blame it on old age but really, keys and I just don’t get along.  I lose my keys in my bag every day.  I mean it every day.  I know that I should try to be more organized  and that I should maybe put my keys in the same place every time.  But I don’t and I’d like to think I can and would but I’m going to be honest–that just isn’t going to happen.  So, I usually just waste time each day searching for my allusive keys. To make matters worse (I know–could this possibly be any more boring) my car key is separate from the rest of my keys.  So not only do I get to lose one set of keys a day–I often get to lose 2.

Today, the kids and I went out and Bill played golf.  I couldn’t find my house keys on Friday and still haven’t–I am thinking/hoping that I left them at work.  I didn’t think to tell Bill to not lock the door.  So we get home from a long day and it hits me–“Shit I don’t have keys.”  So I weighed my options–tried to lift the screens on the windows in the back to climb in.  No luck. I finally did manage to get the screen up on a front window and get the window up so that I could hurl myself up and through the window.  It was frighteningly easy–aside from the two 60lbs dogs trying to lick my face off as I tried to pull my big ass through the window.

I need to find my keys and remember to lock those windows.