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Keys are important. Uber important. I seem to have lost mine.

Now, I wouldn't really worry, except that I do something not so brainy with my keys. I have a little wallet type thingy attached to my keys that contain my drivers license, and all my credit cards, gym membership card and my library card.

Someone could be checking out books at this very moment with my library card!
And lest you think that some morally challenged idiot, finding himself/herself in possesion of a purloined library card would be too dense to use it, think again.

My eldest lost hers and it was promptly used by some degenerate to check out nearly a hundred dollars worth of books and dvds from our local biblioteca. You do not want to know what the fines for those things are.

So....what to do. Worry about over due book charges? Furrow my brow over the loss of everything in my bank account? Or dig around the house a bit more to see where my keys might be hiding.

Searching the house would be more promising if it were messy, but it's spotless. I can't think of where they could be.

In the meantime I am unable to run errands to get some chicken for the barbie tonight or buy my friend Jenny a belated birthday present or (most important of all) drag my son to get his blond locks chopped off.

I'm stranded.


  1. How sad is it that I'm commenting on my first post? However, I just realized that I didn't lose my keys after all. It's 6-6-06, therefore I believe the rapture took them.

    Any other explanation is just plain silly.

  2. I don't know what an US of A driving licence looks like but ours have our address so it would be a foolish person indeed who attached one in any way to their housekeys. Do you not have opportunist crime over there at all?

  3. LOL at "rapture"

    Someday, when my "list of prayers" is looked at, I fully believe that over half of them will be prayers for key-finding.

    Good luck to you! Here's hoping an honest person finds them, if you don't first!

  4. Richard, yes. Our licenses have our addys on them as well. Yes, I've been warned about having my little packet of cards attached to my keys. Yes, as you pointed out, I'm not too bright. The thing is, I generally lose my keys IN my house and not in public. And as it happens, we found them last night.

    Naddin, I know what you mean exactly. Thankfully my husband found them. And where? In my purse of course.


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