Sound the Alarm

I lost my keys. I take pride in the fact that I don’t lose anything…not my wallet, not my jacket, not my hair ties, not my sunglasses, not my mind and certainly not my keys.

I need to get to work and can’t put my hands on my keys. Ugh! Abraham “misplaces” many things frequently, especially his keys, but luckily, I can usually find them for him. Of course, as I find his stuff for him, I heckle and ask where he left them while bragging how I never misplace anything. As a result, today he stands ready to arm our alarm with a smirk on his face asking if I’m ready yet. I'm frantic. A crazed loon looking in the same places, over and over again...coming up empty handed.

I fling the door open to retrace my steps from when I pulled in from work the night before. Maybe I left them in the mailbox as I gathered mail? I’m starting to lose my mind and this worries me as I never lose anything and in 1 morning I'm going to lose my keys and my mind!?!? Yikes.

But hold on....as the door flies open......I hear a jingle. It is my keys. They are hanging in the doorknob. I left them in the door. That’s right, all night my car and house keys hung in our door. I look up at Abraham, who is stifling a laugh and simply says, “see, you didn’t lose your keys, they were right where you left them.”

Touche.