We've had a busy weekend with lots of people in and out of our house. Somehow, one set of our keys which usually sits by the door got lost in the mix. Because I was the last person to have the keys, I was in the hot spot and believe me, I didn't take the pressure well. I looked all over for them. In the car, garage, closet, snow, garden... Last night, I had really weird dreams and I kept waking up because I could hear our garage door squeaking or the front door opening as evil thugs came to assault us and steal our collection of Company's Coming Cookbooks.
Every time I lose something, I get obsessed by the idea that the lost object is out there, existing somewhere beyond my reach. It drives me crazy! And the thought of our keys laying around in some unknown location bothered me so much that I even considered spending my afternoon cleaning out the hall closet and our horribly dirty garage to uncover their hiding place. Thankfully, when I turned on my cell after getting out of class this morning, Kyle had left a message saying that one of our friends had accidentally grabbed them on his way out of our house. I was so pumped that I jumped around when I got off the bus, actually thew my hands in the air and ran part of the way home.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Posted by Jamie at 1:15 PM