This Is an Eventful Night in Our House

As I am headed out the door on Monday morning, I reach up to grab my keys from the key ring and come up empty handed! I panic for a quick moment wondering where I left them this time. In my purse? Nope. On the kitchen counter? Nope.

And then it hits me. Rob was the last person to drive my car. He must have LOST my keys. A huge grin breaks across my face. This is funny, you see, because I am constantly losing Rob's stuff. It is a running joke that if something is missing, I have probably thrown it away or put it in "a spot where I will remember it" and then forget the secret spot.

Finally, after years of me losing and misplacing Rob's belongings, he has lost something of mine. Oh, it was going to be a good day.

I grabbed the spare set of keys and drove to the grocery store dreaming of ways to break the news to Rob. Finally, in the late afternoon, I call Rob:

Me: Have you seen my car keys?
Rob ( a touch defensive ;)): No. Why?
Me: Because they are missing.
Rob: So.......
Me: And, you were the last person to drive my car!
Rob ( a bit taken aback): Oohh.....

The boy who never loses anything didn't know how to react. I was loving it!!

Later that night, we begin to look for my keys. We check all the obvious places he could have put the keys: his nightstand, kitchen counters, coffee and dining room tables. Then we checked the less obvious: the pockets of his pants and jacket and his truck.

No such luck. At this point, I am beginning to worry. He really did lose my keys!

Rob gets an idea that maybe I had used the keys to unlock the car doors when I was vacuuming out the car on Sunday afternoon. We looked in the car, around the car, and on top of the car. Still no luck. And.....I didn't lose my keys; he did.

Maybe, Rob suggests, that I grabbed my keys when I was went on a walk with Andrew on Sunday afternoon (I was busy on Sunday afternoon, wasn't I?). We checked the stroller. No keys.

Then, it occurs to both of us at the same time. My jacket!!

Rob gets to the hall closet first, checks the pockets of my jacket, and what does he find?

My keys.

That I lost. Or misplaced.

So not only did he not lose my keys, he had to go and find the darn things as well. Salt in my wound. Salt in my wound.

I'm watching him, though. One day, by golly, he will lose something of mine. And I will never let him forget it!.