I had big plans to spend my day trying to return to "normalcy" and realized quite quickly that I was already there. Obviously, I spent my 1st hour of the day looking for my keys. uggghhh. When will I learn?
stop with your suggestions of the convenient key hook by the door. I have one. At BOTH doors. The problem lays in why I choose not to use them. I have psych next semester. I'll be especially tuned in to myself ;0
But back to my attempt to return to normalcy. Crazy, busy is my normalcy. My poor Gabriel inherited my inability-to-stop gene. Seriously. It exists.
So, I spent some time in the doldrums of the minivan (a.k.a. the back that I don't like to venture to).
give me a moment.
because it was bad.
Who knew that they had gotten a container of syrup from burger king, opened it and layed it smack on the floor??? who knew? And mark my words, I am hot on the trail towards finding out which one of my three, precious, cleptos STOLE a blue stuffed animal and from WHERE!??
**holla if you're missing a blue stuffed animal. I'd post a pic, but again. USB issues.**
**oh, and p.s. it has syrup all over it. Sorry.**
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so glad you're back :)
Oh, and I wish I had that gene.
Oh, and I wish I had that gene.
I was going to say you had a bit of a sticky situation but that was too easy. :)
We once had this thing we attached to Mike's keys and I kept the remote for it - it "paged" the keys. We'd find them in sofa cushions, in suit pockets, on the top of the car, on the bumper, on the freezer, on the washer - and we'd have never have found them if it weren't for the pager device.
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