Thank you, St. Anthony!
I found my keys this morning. They were right where my husband said they would be--in the pocket of the pants I was wearing on Sunday. I thought I had washed those pants but I hadn't. They were in the disaster area I call my bedroom.
Perhaps I can offer up the pain of staying neat and orderly from now on.
Hope springs eternal.
2 comments:
At the age of 61 (I'm 62 now) I finally put a hook up in the kitchen for my car keys. It works 99.999% of the time.
The thing is, my son bought me a key shaped piece of wood with many hooks on it, specifically for the purpose of hanging keys on it. I sometimes loose them anyway!
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