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Dec. 14th, 2007
I lost my keys. Again.
Dec. 14th, 2007 03:51 pmHoly fuck, I hate my fibrofog-addled brain some days.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.
I lost my keys. Again.
Dec. 14th, 2007 03:51 pmHoly fuck, I hate my fibrofog-addled brain some days.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.
I lost my keys. Again.
Dec. 14th, 2007 03:51 pmHoly fuck, I hate my fibrofog-addled brain some days.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.
Just last week, I lost my keys. Just the house and mailbox keys. But I lost them. Probably fell out of my purse. Adam went to Home Depot, had his keys duplicated, gave me the copies. I put them on a new keyring and everything. And I switched to a bigger, deeper purse with more compartments so as to not have the keys fall out again.
At work this morning, right before lunchtime, I put my office badge in the front compartment of my purse, where the keys are. I did a customary sight check into the compartment. My keys were not there. I checked every single large and small damn compartment in and on that purse (there are at least eight). No keys. Grumbling, frustrated, I called Adam on my way to lunch and began with, "First of all, I'm sorry..." and then told him I'd lost my keys. We both said, in unison, "AGAIN."
So, at some point, he'll have to go back to Home Depot, either alone or with me. And I am going to have to find an even deeper pocket in that purse to put my keys. I swear to fuck, I have no clue how they fell out. That purse is probably as deep as HP Lovecraft's Great Abyss. I'm sure that every night when I sleep, there are Creatures and Elder Gods prank calling each other with my cell phone, when it's not on the charger.