Missing keys
Tonight we went out for a snack after dinner. This is a common thing for us to do on a Saturday night. We go to the local Alterra coffee house where Hubby orders a latte, I have carrot cake, and Zoe has a black & white cookie.
Well, we were on our way out the door and Hubby couldn’t find his keys. He’s got like three sets of keys. One for the Mazda, one for the Honda, and then his house keys. I know, makes no sense, but then again, please read the previous post and you’ll understand.
He’s got his car keys, but no house keys. No problem though, as I’ve got house keys, so we are good to go.
We come home and park behind the garage, which is actually behind the house because we have an alley. I’m walking past the garage and notice (holy shit) the door to the garage is wide open and the keys are in the dead bolt!!!
Oh Hoooooonnn-nney! I found your ke-eys!
Let me quote what my man said: Oops.
I took a quick peek around the garage and all the bikes were accounted for, as well as my Honda Civic Hybrid, and the gas grill. Thank God! The last time he left the garage door open someone helped themselves to my Trek mountain bike.
Have you ever left your garage door wide open with the keys in the bolt?
