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June 13, 2006
One of the many hazards of being so busy - too busy, in fact - is that things start to fall by the way side. Things like free time, evenings out, memory... sanity.
They were - nowhere. And as I am watching the clock and racing all over like a small child in the Tilt-a-whirl, I kept telling myself to remain calm. Be calm. So I stood in the middle of my kitchen and tried to retrace my steps from the night before. I had gone grocery shopping and upon arriving home piled the bags in the middle of my island. I must have had my keys in my hand at the time. And then I unpacked, scooped up the bags, threw them in the garbage... ...threw them in the garbage.
The moral to this story is simple - I need to stop going to the grocery store. Posted by Foodwhore at June 13, 2006 05:48 PM 
Why do keys disappear when you need the search the least? Thank God you found them. Posted by: Nerissa at June 13, 2006 08:27 PM Once when exiting the market I found some keys in the parking lot. Being a good person, I went to turn them into to the store for their owner. Looking closer I realized they were mine. They broke off the ring. geezzzzz... Posted by: cathleen at June 13, 2006 09:16 PM Shall I include a bottle of Maui pineapple wine in the next care package along with the Robin's Eggs? I hope your week improves. Posted by: HomefrontSix at June 14, 2006 12:52 AM I once threw away my purse. It was a little leather clutch that I got at the Renaissance Festival, and I liked carrying it because it fit so nicely inside other bags. Made the old switcheroo seamless. Anyway, one day I picked up a few groceries and had them bagged in plastic. I stuck my clutch in one of the bags so I wouldn't have to worry about dropping it (I did that often) but when I got home and unpacked, I happened to use that very bag for garbage w/o having first taken out the purse. I never did get it back. It was only after tearing both the house and the car apart looking for it, that I retraced my steps and realized what I had done. Drat. Posted by: Chillygirl at June 14, 2006 05:32 AM Another moral to the story would be: when throwing out yucky stuff from the refrigerator, put it in the plastic bags from the supermarket and tie it tight. This way, should you HAVE to pick through your own garbage, you can HOPEFULLY avoid the grossies! :) Sorry about the keys... we've ALL been there - searching like crazies for them. Great story though! Posted by: LisaInCT at June 14, 2006 05:53 AM This is exactly what happens to me when I get too busy, frazzled, stressed... I start doing really stupid things. Thanks for the reminder to slow down a little bit, because I think I was about 5 minutes away from a Potato Salad episode. Posted by: jessica at June 14, 2006 06:00 AM The trouble with being a creature of habit ad having regular places for things like keys and glasses is that on those rare occasions when the habit doesn't quite kick in you really have no idea where whatever it is may have ended up. Posted by: kevin at June 14, 2006 08:34 AM Kevin hit the nail on the head. I usually put my keys on a handy Martha Stewart over-the-door hanger but there are occasions when I lose my head and drop them elsewhere. That usually happens when I'm running thru the house to the bathroom and can't really concentrate on key placement. Posted by: AuntJone at June 14, 2006 08:41 AM yeah. before going on holidays, i cleaned out my kitchen drawer and put things like receipts and airmile cards in an envelope which i then put 'somewhere safe.' i came back and have no idea where said 'safe somewhere' is. wish i'd just left it all in the drawer where i always toss stuff and know where it is when i need it. *sigh* Posted by: finn at June 14, 2006 12:16 PM Once, when I was 2, I hid my mother's keys in this bin of plastic cups and such. She couldn't find it for days. My grandfather jokingly asked me where her keys were and I ran over and got them. I also locked my mother out of the house at that age. I was an evil toddler. Posted by: Becca at June 14, 2006 01:17 PM If it makes you feel any better, I once threw out my daughter's prom dress. It was in a Nordstrom bag, wrapped in tissue, and I thought it was garbage. That was a good day at my house. Posted by: Melissa at June 14, 2006 08:42 PM Or stop going to meetings at 8.30 in the morning. Posted by: kitchen hand at June 14, 2006 11:41 PM I threw out my W2 once....try explaining that to the IRS.... Posted by: Tiberia at June 15, 2006 05:03 AM I recently lost my keys, I usually had them in my pocket when I walked the dog, so I could check the mail. I remembered checking the mail during my right before bedtime walk, but couldn't remember having them for the morning walk. I retraced my dog walking path. We usually walk the perimeter of the townhouse complex. I seached the house top to bottom. I even climbed in the dumpster to hunt for them. I never found them that morning, luckily have a spare set at home to use. I made it to work 3 hours late and the boss was none too happy about it. He had been sweating the fact that I might quit and go to another firm (he had the fact that i would right, just not the timing of my move). Anyways, I make it home that night still pissed that I lost my keys. Well I was bitchin' about it to my best friend on my cell phone when the low battery beep starting going off. So I sat on my bed and plugged in the charging so I could continue to rant. While I was bitchin' I start to open and slam shut the drawers on my dresser to puntuate the finer points of my rant. And I a heard a jingle when I slammed one drawer close, i stopped and opened and slammed it closed again and I heard it again. I opened the drawer fully and saw my keys laying there. My cat must have knocked them in there morning and when I was looking for them I closed the drawer without looking in. Well long story short, I found them Posted by: jumper at June 15, 2006 03:30 PM I once tore the house apart looking for Springsteen concert tickets just hours before the show...and happened to open the trash can and there they were! I wonder how much cash I have thrown out, or laundered, or something. How did the meeting turn out!? Posted by: Sharon at June 15, 2006 03:35 PM At the risk of sounding like a brat - perhaps recycling your shopping bags would have spared you the mookey mookey potato salad encounter. Just a thought? Posted by: mb at June 15, 2006 03:55 PM That sounds so familiar. I lose my keys all the time. Never thrown them away, but I have the feeling it will happen one day. Glad you found them! Oh, I tried one of those key rings that beep when you whistle. They're loud and obnoxious and would be perfect if they didn't beep when you whistle, clap, talk, have the tv on, have a child somewhere in the house yelling... yeah. I'd recommend one but they're more of a hassle than they're worth. Posted by: Amy at June 16, 2006 05:33 AM Cool! Posted by: Asian girl at June 20, 2006 12:09 AM Buy soma online right now! Posted by: Soma at June 20, 2006 12:11 AM it's so true! why oh why do you always lose yr keys when you're in a manic rush? ugh! :) Posted by: shinyruby at June 20, 2006 12:42 AM Get rolex replica here! Posted by: Rolex at June 21, 2006 01:43 AM Hey, cool site! Liked it very much! Posted by: Soma at June 21, 2006 01:47 AM great story! i can relate to finn, putting things in safe places! my mother has a habit of "putting things away carefully" (which means to everyone else in the family - "never to be seen again"). she once did this with her keys, before going away on holiday. on her return, of course, the keys were MIA. she eventually found them again TWO YEARS later while looking for something else that she had put away carefully... :o) Posted by: liz at June 21, 2006 03:17 AM Rabotat kushat' xochy! Posted by: Vanek at June 22, 2006 08:46 AM  |