If you were my keys, and you weren’t in a purse, or a jacket pocket, or a pants pocket, or the stroller, or the baby’s room, or the refrigerator, or the freezer, or next to my sunglasses, or on the bedside table, then where would you be?
I’m terribly curious.
you took all my favorite spots. Did you check the door? That’s Geoff’s favorite.
So, mine were wedged behind a stack of papers on the counter and the wall. I finally found them about a week after we made a bunch of new copies of all the keys. Sheesh. :) Good Luck!
St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around.
Something is lost that must be found.
Princess’s car keys.
Thank you, St. Anthony.
Works every time, even if you’re not Catholic (he doesn’t care. He’s a SAINT!)