Mrs. Forgetful

In the last post, I told you about my husband losing his keys. Turned out he had thrown them in the garbage.

Now let me tell you about me:  Mrs. Forgetful.

Many of you know I'm a professional musician. Right now, I'm in the middle of the big holiday performance season. It's a great time to make some cash, but it's an insane schedule. On weekends, I start playing at 9:00 in the morning, and basically don't get home until 10:00 at night. Non-stop playing, rehearsing, and travelling between gigs. (I don't even have time for a proper meal.)

Needless to say, by the end of these days, I'm absolutely exhausted. This past Sunday, when I got home, I thought I had put my keys in my purse. But the next day, when I went to take my daughter to school, I couldn't find them.

"Anybody seen my keys?" I asked.

"No!" my daughter said. "Come on, we're going to be late!" Since I couldn't find my keys, I took my husband's. We went to school in his car.

When I came back, I searched everywhere. They were nowhere to be found.  I even went through all the garbage. Not fun! Unfortunately, I didn't have a Tile on the key chain (see last post for info on that), so I couldn't locate them with the push of a button. Three hours later, I still hadn't found them. Needless to say,  I was a little bit grouchy and a whole lot worried.  A bad way to start a Monday!

Then I decided to check my purse again. (I had already checked it three other times.) I felt along the inside walls of the purse, and I noticed a lump. I inspected it more closely and discovered a pocket I didn't even know I had inside the purse. And guess what was in there? My keys!

Have you ever done anything like that before? Looked everywhere for something and it was right where it was supposed to be?