As I was rushing out the door this morning, I lost my keys. Somehow from my desk to the front door, I had managed to misplace the keys. I was already late as is and losing my keys was not something I had time for. But then again when is it ever the time?

I searched in futility for the keys. I enlisted my siblings’ help in the search but that availed to nothing. I nearly drove myself mad retracing my steps trying to remember where I could’ve misplaced them. In the end I had to call up Neemund and have him come pick me up.

We were late for the midterm. Something that I had chided Neemund about the night before as I suspected that he would be late. No… I was the reason for our lateness. What a fool I am.

Upon my return from school, I resumed my search for the keys. Still all in vain. I put everything in my room back to order. No keys. Completely retraced my steps and put those areas into order. No keys. I emptied out trash cans and rummaged through the garbage. Still no keys.

I gave up.

So I resumed my reading of Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park as I had spent far too much time worrying about something that I could not find (mm… good point…). Later in the evening Dad came up jingling a set of keys together. Can you guess where they were?

Why in the most likely of places of course! In the garbage disposal! How could I have missed it! Rawr! Knowing my luck that should’ve been the obvious conclusion…

But the keys are now found and it -was- a rather amusing place for the keys to be. At least they hadn’t spontaneously combusted as I had initially thought.

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