I drove to Taco Bell tonight before staff meeting at 6:30pm. I had my keys then, I let the dog out of the truck and I came in and ate. We had staff meeting and at the end we went out to visit for a while and that is when I couldn’t find them. So, they are somewhere in my house, I came home with them from Taco Bell and haven’t left with them again since. I hate this, it stresses me out and I be a mess until I find them. I know that Skip feels my pain, he is probably running for a paper bag to breathe in about now…
UPDATE: OK, I found them and now everything is right in my world again…
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Out with the bad…in with the good…out with the bad…in with the good.
My blood pressure is now out of control. Thank you John.
I just checked my key ring by the front door to make sure they were still there.
You’ll be happy to know that I finally found them. I was sitting in our chase for the staff meeting last night and they came unclipped and fell beside the cushion. I looked there at least 3 times but didn’t find them. This time I shoved my hand as far down as I could because I was out of options. I felt one of the keys poke me from behind some fabric so after a little more digging I pulled them out. Now we can rest easy… I won’t be wearing them around the house anymore.