SOMETIMES YOU HAVE MOMENTS…. Sometimes you have moments where you lose your mind. This happened to me tonight. I was on the way home from work, and I got really excited that I would be able to make it to Barnes and Noble before eleven, when the store closes. I stop in, take my time, shop around. I buy all the books that I plan on reading this year, enough to fill my two large bags full. There’s a pep in my step as I walk to the parking lot, I picture curling up with my book when I get home, lighting my candles, making some coffee. I had no idea that moment would never happen. Not tonight at least. I get to my car, and I can’t find my keys. I kneel down and start to panic, frantically tearing through my purse. The only shiny metal objects I find are leftover coins. I decide to empty the contents of my purse onto the pavement, scouring every last inch. The contents are few, and the keys are nowhere to be found. I retrace my steps: I locked my car, put my keys in my purse, zipped my bag, walked to B&N, collected books, purchased books (which required opening my purse, taking out my wallet, returning the wallet and zipping up my purse), walked to my car, opened my purse, which led to this moment, keys gone, nowhere to be seen. Where did I lose my keys? This has never happened before! I have lost many things, my phone, earrings, house keys, etc. But never my car keys! B&N is now closed. My phone is dying and I call Greg, no answer. Taylor, no answer. Brandon-ah out of town. Greg one more time… thank you God. The sweetheart that he is, he comes to my rescue. Then, I realized that I might have a spare car key in my house. My garage door opener is in my locked car. My house key is with my lost car key. My spare house key is in my house in the kitchen, top right drawer with one valet spare key and one normal spare key to my car. This night is turning into a comedy of errors. Greg calls James who… like my two brothers knows how to get into some cars with out keys. I excuse myself and get into Gregs car, because I am cold and hot all at the same time. The ‘locksmith’  James has called another friend to come help him out, and Greg has called BMW’s roadside assistance. I now have 3 guys working to get me into one car. Thankfully Lexi’s alarm hasn’t gone off as many times as I had expected. Sitting in Greg’s car I felt like a child. A silly little girl who has lost her keys. I felt like repeating this phrase over and over again, “Yes, I momentarily lost my mind and the keys. No, I don’t do this all the time I swear.” It is at this moment that all I want to do is punch in the window, grab my house keys and run away. Pretend none of this ever happened. Pretend I don’t even own a car. Take my bike everywhere. I don’t really need a car, do I? The boys struggle for twenty minutes, just in time for the BMW roadside assistance guy to arrive, and Taylor to call saying HE HAS FOUND MY SPARE KEY(Which he has had since Christmas when he borrowed my car to pick up a friend from the airport). 4 Keys to my car! 3 Spare keys. You would think this chain of events would never happen. Last but not least, Greg the saint (who gets five hundred brownie points and a nice sushi dinner) stayed with me until Taylor arrived with one of my spare keys, followed me home, made sure I got in, and located the spare house key and other 2 car keys. Finally I am home about two and a half hours later. Note to self, losing your car key is not fun. Note to self, Greg is a saint. Life is full of peaches, limes, lemons and pears. Tonight was a sour, sour lemon and was a night that I hope to never repeat. Although, Greg and I did get quite a few laughs out of the madness. I still can’t believe the chain of events that occurred. Good night, good night. Guard your keys everyone.

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE MOMENTS….

Sometimes you have moments where you lose your mind. This happened to me tonight. I was on the way home from work, and I got really excited that I would be able to make it to Barnes and Noble before eleven, when the store closes. I stop in, take my time, shop around. I buy all the books that I plan on reading this year, enough to fill my two large bags full. There’s a pep in my step as I walk to the parking lot, I picture curling up with my book when I get home, lighting my candles, making some coffee. I had no idea that moment would never happen.

Not tonight at least. I get to my car, and I can’t find my keys. I kneel down and start to panic, frantically tearing through my purse. The only shiny metal objects I find are leftover coins. I decide to empty the contents of my purse onto the pavement, scouring every last inch. The contents are few, and the keys are nowhere to be found.

I retrace my steps: I locked my car, put my keys in my purse, zipped my bag, walked to B&N, collected books, purchased books (which required opening my purse, taking out my wallet, returning the wallet and zipping up my purse), walked to my car, opened my purse, which led to this moment, keys gone, nowhere to be seen. Where did I lose my keys? This has never happened before! I have lost many things, my phone, earrings, house keys, etc. But never my car keys! B&N is now closed. My phone is dying and I call Greg, no answer. Taylor, no answer. Brandon-ah out of town. Greg one more time… thank you God.

The sweetheart that he is, he comes to my rescue. Then, I realized that I might have a spare car key in my house.

My garage door opener is in my locked car. My house key is with my lost car key. My spare house key is in my house in the kitchen, top right drawer with one valet spare key and one normal spare key to my car. This night is turning into a comedy of errors. Greg calls James who… like my two brothers knows how to get into some cars with out keys. I excuse myself and get into Gregs car, because I am cold and hot all at the same time.

The ‘locksmith’  James has called another friend to come help him out, and Greg has called BMW’s roadside assistance.

I now have 3 guys working to get me into one car. Thankfully Lexi’s alarm hasn’t gone off as many times as I had expected.

Sitting in Greg’s car I felt like a child. A silly little girl who has lost her keys. I felt like repeating this phrase over and over again, “Yes, I momentarily lost my mind and the keys. No, I don’t do this all the time I swear.” It is at this moment that all I want to do is punch in the window, grab my house keys and run away. Pretend none of this ever happened. Pretend I don’t even own a car. Take my bike everywhere. I don’t really need a car, do I?

The boys struggle for twenty minutes, just in time for the BMW roadside assistance guy to arrive, and Taylor to call saying HE HAS FOUND MY SPARE KEY(Which he has had since Christmas when he borrowed my car to pick up a friend from the airport). 4 Keys to my car! 3 Spare keys. You would think this chain of events would never happen.

Last but not least, Greg the saint (who gets five hundred brownie points and a nice sushi dinner) stayed with me until Taylor arrived with one of my spare keys, followed me home, made sure I got in, and located the spare house key and other 2 car keys.

Finally I am home about two and a half hours later. Note to self, losing your car key is not fun. Note to self, Greg is a saint. Life is full of peaches, limes, lemons and pears. Tonight was a sour, sour lemon and was a night that I hope to never repeat. Although, Greg and I did get quite a few laughs out of the madness. I still can’t believe the chain of events that occurred. Good night, good night. Guard your keys everyone.