The keys have been lost for about a week and a half, and I've been using my spare set, hoping and praying that my original set is in the house somewhere (and not in the hands of some ne'er do well who is waiting for just the right time to come on in and ROB ME BLIND). I've looked through all the pockets in my jackets, all over my table and desk, and all manner of other weird places where my keys might possibly be. I've gone through my purse at least a dozen times.
And the memory card? I've looked in every camera case pocket, both cameras, all over my desk and shelf, and among all the stuff on my kitchen table. It's been missing for at least six weeks. I've even gone and bought a replacement card.
You're probably getting the idea right now that my house is not exactly perfectly tidy and clutter-free, and that if I kept it neater, gee, maybe I wouldn't lose things so often. Well, normally I DON'T lose things, and, well... SHADDUP!!! :P
Anyhoo.
Last night as I was digging around in my purse for my spare set of car keys, I grabbed a key and pulled it out. Lo and behold, THERE WERE MY ORIGINAL SET OF KEYS! What the??? SCORE! How I managed to miss them the 55 billion times I looked through my purse is beyond me.
My theory? They went on a secret vacation to Mexico and only just got back. They didn't want to get in trouble for running away without so much as a note, so they slipped back stealthily into my purse when I wasn't looking. Yep. That's DEFINITELY what happened.
And then, just now, as I was checking email, a wee little corner of blue plastic caught my eye on my desk. Could it be? I lifted off the papers it was hiding underneath, and VOILA! My memory card! Apparently the paper monsters on my desk decided to eat it, but were unable to digest it, so kindly spat it back up for me, pictures intact and everything.
Woohoo! I'm doing a wee little dance of joy!
Now, as all things happen in threes... I'm gonna start looking for that million dollars I'm SURE I lost around here SOMEWHERE!
~ This post has been brought to you by the EXCESSIVE USE OF CAPITAL LETTERS.
8 comments:
I am also a veteran of lost keys that are mysteriously found in my purse! I think they somehow get under some other part of the purse (like under the other side of it), and the only real way to know they are there is to vigorously shake the purse and listen or dump everything out on the floor.
My Dad always blames lost and then found (in the same place you'd been looking) items on "the guys who write the seconds." The guys can't keep everything continuously perfect, so they forget things now and then, thus the here today, gone tomorrow, back again phenomenon. Yup, that explains it Dad...
You'd think, if your keys were going on vacation to Mexico, it would make sense for them to take the car.
Now I've typed and re-read that, I'm wondering why I chose the words "it would make sense".
Naw, it'd make much more sense to fly. It's too far a drive for a short trip!
Whew!! Well that was a close one! I too hate losing stuff...ugh, what a pain!
I love the feeling of finding lost things: the flood of relief, the burst of joy, the laughing embarrassment as you remember how frenetically you were turning your house inside out looking for them...
Congrats! (And I loved the EXCESSIVE USE OF CAPITAL LETTERS! I could almost hear your frustration and elation...lol!)
Yay! Congrats on the finds! Lemme know when you find that million :)
:) Last week, on vacation, catching up with paper work, I decided that my organized mess had become just a mess. Too many things to read, so little time.
I'M GLAD YOU FOUND YOUR KEYS. I AM A FIRM BELIEVER IN THEIVING GREMILINS WHOSE PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO MAKE ME CRAZY BY STEALING THINGS I KNOW I JUST LAID DOWN OVER THERE A MINUTE AGO...
(Whew. Writing in caps hurts my throat.)
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