Monday, December 14, 2009

The Great Key Hunt of '09

We are alive over here in the frozen tundra, but with Christmas fast approaching and my to-do list getting longer instead of shorter, things are going to be scarce 'round these parts until after the big holiday. Not sure if I mentioned it for the millionth time, but I am going to have a house full of Porters here for Christmas, and I haven't had any time to just SIT for a minute. Mostly I'm going a hundred miles an hour until I collapse into bed. Secretly, I like being busy, but publicly, I complain a lot.

So I never wrote about mine and Justin's foray into private investigation. The other day I was getting the kids ready to go see Justin for lunch and get some shopping done. I had gotten the kids bundled up, bottles made, diaper bag packed, ready to go out the door, when I realized I couldn't find my keys. This happens a lot. I set the kids down while I went and checked my usual places for them. My usual places include: in my pants, on the computer desk, and for some reason I don't know why, the spice rack. Nothing. I looked for AN HOUR before calling Justin and telling him we weren't coming. And I was as mad as a hornet. I HATE not being able to find things. But I hate getting the kids ready to go somewhere, because it takes about THREE HOURS, and then not being able to go. It's lame.

So I put the kids down for a nap, and continued to look. I had just cleaned the house the day before, and hadn't seen them anywhere. So I commenced tearing the house apart looking for them. I pulled out all of Addison's toys, dumped out all of the laundry and took the cushions out of the couch. Justin came home from work early and we even tore the fabric out of the bottom of our couch to find them. NOTHING. We even bit the bullet and LOOKED IN THE GARBAGE. I kid you not. Finally, around 9 pm we called it quits, and resolved to call the dealership the next day to see if they could replace our keys for the tidy sum of $150. Right before Christmas. Awesome.

The next morning, we woke up early and I laid in bed replaying everything that I had done the last time I'd seen the keys. It was kind of like when you see an actor and can't remember who he is. only this time I didn't have IMDB to turn to. Finally, we got up and I went to get my green jacket to go outside. I put my arm in the sleeve, and wouldn't you know it, there were my keys.

I *may* have jumped up and down like I'd won American Idol and jumped on Justin while screaming like a lunatic. There is no better feeling in the world than finding lost car keys, I swear. Having a baby pales in comparison.

I learned my lesson(s). 1) Stop being so vain and wearing different jackets every day. If I hadn't needed to wear my white trench, none of this would have happened. 2) Justin isn't just being fussy when he tells me to use the key hanger.

Got it.


The Molcak's said...

This is all too familiar - TODAY!!! I STILL can't find them...arrrgh! I know Macy put them somewhere (well that's my story until I prove myself otherwise). You're not vain for changing your coat all the time, honestly whoever told you your columbia snowboarding type coat looks good with your Sunday dress - is lying and not a true friend! We need different coats! ;)

kemery755 said...

It's amazing how you can make an entire post about a key, and make it interesting..

Lanette said...

This was great! I too, have been there. I think lost keys and the missing sock from the dryer hang out together.

The Molcak's said...

I found them today!!! Just incase you were really worried (I'm sure you couldn't sleep at Luke put them in his coat pocket - MEN! Geesh!

Jae said...

Lol Carissa I was so worried!!
Seriously though, it is the WORST feeling when you can't find them and the BEST feeling when you do!

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