When I
let my husband drive my car with my keysforget that we drove with his keys and then realize as I'm rushing out the door with little children in tow that I cannot find my car keys...anywhere. I'm late for work. I had to call the babysitter and tell her we would be late. If I find them, the babysitter isn't at home, but at ballet class with her daughter so instead of driving ten minutes to her house, I have to drive thirty to the studio. Fortunately the older one doesn't have school today. Fortunately, I have a very understanding boss. Fortunately, I am a Christian and will go to hell if I kill my husband, so I shall refrain. Bill isn't at work. He's at an academy where he is unreachable except in the case of an emergency. The cell phones do not work on the base where he's located. I had to call and talk to a guy with a lot of stripes on his arm & explain that I didn't want to get Bill into trouble but I think he has my keys. "No problem ma'am" he tells me. Yah right. This should be a fun day.
Note: Bill came home at the end of his day and found my keys in the trunk of my car...in a box...where I put them.
Yep, my fault.
3 comments:
We only have one key to my car - don't ask about the other ones - and if it didn't cost $75 to replace them I'd get another. So, when the car keys go missing, it is NOT a pretty picture around here. I sympathize!
You are too dang funny Jen!!
Hee Hee. That's so funny!! I know at the time, you're stressing, but looking back I'm sure you get a little giggle!!
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