As a disclaimer, even when I am not pregnant, I don't have the best track record with my keys. BUT this is different.
Since I have been pregnant, I have tried several times....unsuccessfully....to lose my keys. It's almost like I am on a mission. One time, I threw them into the trunk of my car when I meant to throw in my purse. I walked away and realized... "Wait a minute, where are my keys?!" Another time, I found them in the refrigerator at work. ... well, actually... someone else did. At the doctor's office, I left them in the waiting room. At home, I have left them everywhere but the drawer we've designated for our keys.
The random places go on and on and on... but each time, my keys have returned to me.
Until the other day.
I was cleaning out my car and thinking about driving down to Orange County to have lunch with one of my bestest-est friends when I wound up and released the trash that I had in my hand with my keys. As they flew threw the air, I gasped. They landed in the LARGEST MOST GIGANTIC trash can that I could have EVER thrown them into. It was the kind of trash can they find dead bodies in on CSI.... the kind would you find in an alley that the BIG dump trucks pick up... the kind that I AM NOT going to climb into to retrieve my keys!
So I called Tim.
Tim, by the way, LOVES these types of phone calls. (To read another story about it click here.)
His response?
"Can you take a flashlight and a ladder with you to the trash can and see if you can see the keys?"
My response?
"No."
His response?
"Please?"
So then I had to turn on my super cuteness when I told him..
"No...honey..... what I am trying to say is that we are going to need to call the dealership and get new keys.... I love you."
Score one for the cuteness.
He laughed and then choked when BMW charged him $250.
Whoops! Strike that cuteness point from the record.
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