A ‘teaser’ before I write my real post:
(I’m excited about these; they are like business cards for moms. I’ll have the designs up on my site within the next week.)
Last night, after picking Abbie up from dance class, there was a black kitty that came up to us. We’ve seen black kitty around for months, but he is usually too skittish to pet. Well, last night he ran right in our house and made himself at home. We already have two cats (one we took in a few months ago), so we joked about how we were going to become the “crazy cat house”. Neither one of us had the heart to send him on his way…
I let black kitty out this morning, ’cause really, how much litter cleaning can one person endure??? We’ll be keeping our eye on him though.
This morning, Sean got me up at 6am to look for my keys (because it would be so boring around here if we didn’t have to always be on the look out for them, therefore we simply refuse to get a second set of my keys made… okay… really, we are just too lazy…)
and — okay, you get it…
Normally, this would not be an issue. Sean has his own vehicle. Except today… he let a friend borrow his while his friend’s car is in the shop.
I was at a loss. I looked in places that I know haven’t ever seen the light of day… but you know, they had to be SOMEWHERE (for all I knew, black kitty was a thief who disguised himself as a sweet kitty, therefore allowing him access to my home, and the ability to steal my keys and go joy riding…he did seem awfully eager to get inside…)
My poor husband had to get to work. His only option was the motorcycle. He came strutting out of the bedroom in his Flame Orange subzero hunting suit. I wisely knew that it was NOT the appropriate time to make any pumpkin pie jokes… so, being the thoughtful wife I am, I kept quiet.
Off he went.
I kept looking (’cause, dang it, losing anything, makes me feel like I am losing my mind!)
Finally had to wake up Abbie for school. I inquire about the keys.
Yes, she saw them in the living room.
On the floor.
Doesn’t know where they are now.
Right before she leaves, Quinn wakes up and comes into the living room.
Did he see the keys?
Did he touch them?
Abbie says he’s lying.
I don’t care — where are my keys!!! No, I’m not mad!!! I just want my keys!!!
Quinn sits for a moment. Then takes off down the hall.
Bathroom cabinet door opens and closes.
I hear a familiar sound.
Keys have been returned.
All is well in my world again.
If you see a pumpkin driving down the road, wave and let my husband know that I have my keys.