I am blogging now.
I lost my keys two days ago...to my van.
Which was strange because my house wasn't really messy and I couldn't find them in my usual places.
I have one key to my van.
My husband has a car.
He was driving my daughter to school today and got a flat tire.
wE don't have cell phones and he doesn't have a jack in his car.
They got my oldest to school (via a nice policeman)
My husband walked home 8 miles.
We got a tow truck when he got back and had it towed to H&H tire where we spent 278 dollars to get two new back tires..(two because we have needed to get new tires for quite a while and we just didn't have the money..we still don't but oh well)
Now I am cleaning the house in an effort to forestall the inevital tow to the dealership so they can cut me a new key with a chip in it and then program the key.
I am hoping to find my keys but am losing hope because I found my house key sans car key in my upstairs bathroom...
which means two things...
either the kids were playing with my keys and removed my key from my ring (this didn't happen...I know when the little buggers are lying..and they are a little old to be doing that at 9 and 16 years of age. )
Or, my dog ate my key.
You may think "Oh Chris, dogs don't eat keys."
Well, you'd be wrong.
My dog eats everything.
We have found all sorts of things in his poop.
he will chew anything...eat anything.
Last night he got on the counter and ate a stick of butter with the wrapper on it.
My key was plastic on the top with a small metal portion sticking out the bottom.
He may have decided he liked to chew on it and then swallowed cause that's what he does.
Or he may have found them and carried them somewhere.
I don't know..and won't till I turn over every last square inch of this house.
Which is what I will be spending the remainder of my evening doing.
HOpe you guys have a better night than I am having.
Talk to you all later.