I lost my car keys today. I wasn't worried at first, I mean, I'd had them when I got home last night! Obviously, they had to be somewhere close by, right? So I looked a little bit. No luck in the obvious places. I looked in some more unusual spots, thinking maybe they'd gotten something put on top of them. Nope. I went to the laundry, but remembered my slacks from yesterday had no pockets. The jacket was empty as well. By this time, I'm late for my planned activities, and getting a little panicky!
I had to get the dogs out of the car, where they'd been waiting for half an hour. I frantically searched again, coming up with some long-missing little things but nothing key-like. I was getting really upset, and looking in spots I'd definitely already checked. What's a girl to do? So I flopped down in the comfy blue chair, and played Beautiful Katamari for twenty minutes. When in doubt, it seems to help to roll up the world on a funny bumpy ball.
As it turned out, the keys were trapped at the bottom of the purse. Where I'd thought I'd looked three times before. If the police were to have to come into my house before I get back there to clean it up a bit, I'm certain they would say there's evidence of a struggle!
Been there. Done that. About two weeks ago actually. The caretaker in my school walked into my room to find me dumping the contents of my purse onto the desk. Even though he's a very nice guy, I'm pretty sure there are days when he thinks I'm a little crazy.
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