January 11, 2006

Where are my Keys?

He lost them for the umpteenth time this morning. His rotten attitude upon discovering their absence seemed to indicate the problem should (somehow) be Priority #1 for everyone within shouting distance.

I'm with Roseanne Barr on this: what is it with the Y chromosome that assumes the uterus is some sort of tracking device?

I reached over, plucked the keys from the floor - they were right in front of him the whole time - and put them back in his grasp.

Welcome to the world, Nathan; your first day of losing your keys.

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