I confess to being lost in a book for the last week or two. Or three. And my most recent read must've made my mind a bit hazy.
Just a bit.
Because I couldn't find my keys for 5 days!
Hey, it was a really good book!
I came home last Wednesday night from dance class. I tossed my keys onto some surface. Maybe the entertainment center, the coffee table, the couch, the dining room table, the kitchen counter, the top of the microwave.
I looked for it everywhere. Under the couch. In the couch. Behind and in between all the furniture. Shelves, counters, surfaces, drawers.
I retraced my steps through the house. Searched through all the usual places I had gone.
My husband said, "Did you look inside in the fridge?"
"No, and I'm not going to." I refuse to
Five days later, Webb Girl #1 says, "Mom, your keys are in my science book!"
I'm pretty sure they walked or crawled there. They were annoyed with being stuck inside my shoes during dance class.