We drove home today and were making good time with no incidents when I got a voicemail from my father. Nothing can go that smooth, I had left all of my keys in Rochester. Horrified I let out a gasp and Pat immediatey asked what was wrong. When I told him, he sort of looked at me dumbfounded.
He quickly got a plan together so we could both get to work until the keys came in the mail Tuesday.
After speaking to my parents and finding out where my keys were left I can understand why I did not find them on my last sweep of the house. They were in the baby seat in Dad's car. I had not ridden in dad's car but I did place some stuff in the car (my keys were not among that batch of stuff). If they were they would have been found when zach rode home in the car.
Upon returning home we got a call from Pats parents. Pat had accidentally left the house unlocked and one of the doors open. Lucky that was easier to correct.
We were quite a pair this weekend.
About Me
- Purduerose
- My name is Sarah. Welcome to my life. I have a bad memory and will enjoy reading this as time goes on, maybe you will too. I plan to write hair-brained opinions and observations , occasionally bash my husband of 4 years (he deserves it!), bash myself (decidedly less often), and otherwise amuse and embarass myself on the internet. Oh and I’ll kiss up to my husband occasionally just to throw him off. Feel free to comment on anything other then spelling and grammar, as I am beyond hope in those area's (so says My evil brother in law).
1 comment:
Sarah,
We love you, but I do not think that Zackary moved your keys.
Dad
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