You learn to bite your tongue when you love someone. Last night, my son, Dave, told me he'd lost his keys, and I stopped myself from saying, "How do people lose their keys? I never lose my keys."
My brother, Steve, has an expression - "AAA" , which loosely translated, means, "A**holes Always Advertise". I'm thinking about that because, although I didn't make that comment about the keys to my son, I thought of it instantly, which reveals my critical nature. That must be hard on a son. Hard on the Missus too, I reckon.
Anyway, I'm sitting here blogging instead of fishing (which is what I really want to do) and instead of looking for my keys (which is what I really should be doing), because...
I've lost my keys!
I used them half an hour ago to unlock the garage. Now they are gone. I've looked everywhere I might have put them. I've retraced my steps. They're simply gone - vanished into thin air!
They're in that parallel universe with all my odd socks, and the jackknife I lost when I was nine. They're havin' a ball with Dave's keys - livin' large... on Jimmy Hoffa's money!
Good Luck and Good Fishin'!
RP
Photo by Random Phrump: Steve's Shangrila
Saturday, April 26, 2008
The Lost Keys
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3 comments:
Your keys are right next to my glasses.
:o)
I dread losing my keys, so much so that I carry two sets...they aren't identical sets, but each set has keys to the car and keys to the house...that way if I lock my keys in the car, I can simply take the other set out of my pocket and open up.
The funny thing is that I've never once actually lost them! I did go fishing without a rod once though, and boy did I ever feel stupid.
Hey Trotsky,
If you find your glasses, grab my fly box too will ya'?
Cheers,
Steve
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