The Key to My….

The other day I couldn’t find my keys. I’ve only got two keys – one to my house and one to my car – and I’ve already lost the spare for each.

Not one to panic, I looked around the house, retracing my activity from the night before. It was then I realized I might have left them in the door. I checked the door and, when they weren’t there, I immediately checked to see if my car had been stolen. Still not panicked, just checking.

My car was still there so I continued to search throughout the house. I eventually found them under a piece of paper and made a mental note: “Recycle your paper more often.”

A few days later it happened again. Once again I retraced the activity of the previous day. It had been a day of a few ‘costume changes’ so I had a lot of pockets to search and bags to rummage, all to no avail.

I decided to check the door and, sure enough, they were in the lock; they’d been there all night. Just waiting for someone to enter.

“That is so dangerous,” Live Longer told me.

“I couldn’t agree more. I love my car and I could totally see someone stealing it,” I replied.

“I’m more worried about someone coming into your house and doing something to you,” she stated.

I wasn’t too worried about that. I’m a lot like Jack, Chrissy and Janet (although, in my mumu I’m more like Ms. Roper) on Three’s Company – I’m always ready for someone to come and knock on my door or, in this case, just walk in.