Law Students

Finding My Keys

By Pete

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.

Full post as published by PeteHoliday.com on March 12, 2009 (boomark / email).