To My Keys

I really, really need to know where you are hiding. Krystal has missed two cheer practices, Joey has a dentist appointment next week. I need to do laundry. Keys are very important. I also can't leave the house for any reason because I couldn't get back in.

Please, give me a sign, let me know where you are. I feel lost without you.

You have been missing since Sunday night. I am going to have to report you missing soon.

Cramming everyone in Todd's focus hatchback is not the fun adventure I try to make it seem. Really it feels a lot like a clown car. Now everyone thinks it is hysterical to see those little cars with all the clowns pouring out. It isn't funny. It couldn't be more impractical. The worst part, I can't even use it to take Krystal to cheer practice and pick her up while he sleeps because it is a manual transmission.

Insert a sigh here.

I went a long time without a car. Years where we only had one and it was at work with Todd. Finally Todd bought me my minivan and life was good (of course after that Todd's car died and I was carless once again until he bought the car he has now).

I never wanted to be there again. Having a vehicle parked outside that I can't use until I find these keys is a cruel joke. Part of me thinks Peyton took my keys and wandered off somewhere with them, and if that's the case I may never find them.

Send me some positive thoughts and channel your energy into my keys please!