The KEYS Please....
I hate keys!!!! They are no good. I feel like I need one of those janitor things on my pant loops so I don't lose them. Today as in almost everyday I couldn't find them. I was scrambling around the house getting really mad and asking every one to help me find them and low and behold Chris looks under all the coats on the coat rack to find my keys. (This is the designated "key spot.") I must have skimmed over them. Then not more than five minutes later they were gone again. In the mad dash for taking Sissy to school I couldn't find them. (Silly me they were right in front of my face.) It happens to the best of us.