Ode to lost keys

Oh the joys of lost keys…

the panicked rumble through the purse,

the tying oneself into a love knot to look under the sofa,

the near fusing of the brain by hastily retracing steps,

the dumping of all contents of said purse on the carpet (promising yourself you will vaccum later),

the false alarm of the shed key,

the stern questioning of two wide-eyed, suspiciously innocent looking kids,

the promising oneself to never EVER move it from its place if you only find it this time,

the finding it where it should have been in the first place…




(adapted from my earlier facebook post)




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