Keys

After a week and a half of missing my keys, its time to admit they are really lost! Yes, I lost my keys. It really stinks. I lost them the Saturday before last, and I have two theories as to where they went.

First Theory: M and I went on a couple walks that day, and it was warm out so I took my sweater and tied it around my ever disappearing waist. In the midst of chasing and herding a one year old on our walks, they may have fallen out of my jacket pocket. Then again, I can't be certain that I even brought them on the walk...I'm pretty sure I did though.

Second Theory: They got thrown away by none other than Little M. I blogged before about her love of throwing things away....and it is possible they got thrown away by her. Mr. N was good enough to go through the trash before taking it out, but he admits he didn't go through it too thoroughly and now wishes he had done a better job.

We have completely torn the house apart looking for them...we looked in all the drawers, kitchen cabinets, laundry baskets, under and in the couch, in the toy basket, in her room...to no avail. We've even walked numerous times around the complex where M and I take our walks, but they are no where to be found. I feel like such an idiot for losing them. If there was one thing I could change about myself it would be my memory. Oddly enough, I am pretty certain about the things I did that day. I really didn't go anywhere, except Walmart in the morning, and I used the keys to get into the house when we got home.

**Sigh**

I need a miracle!