I was making good time this morning. I woke up basically when I wanted to, I didn’t waste too much time going through my daily website visits, and Scout was being reasonable. I was on my way out the door when I realized that I didn’t have my keys.
I checked my desk. My keys were not there.
I checked the kitchen counter. My keys were not there.
I checked the coffee and end tables in the living room. My keys were not there.
I checked the hook by the door where my keys are supposed to go. You know they weren’t there.
So where did I end up finding them? In my fucking closet. My closet. On top of a pile of t-shirts. WTF? Usually when I find something that I had lost it sparks the memory of how the thing ended up in the place I found it. This morning? No earthly idea how they got there.
I blame the dog.
Tags: Scout
on my first day of work, i locked my keys in my trunk while loading my computer in and got stuck in my garage for a good while and had to get two different triple A people sent out to get my keys back.