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Hilarity of Genetics

Ask anyone who knows me in the real world and they will tell you that I lose things--more often than not it is my keys. I don't know what it is about my keys, but I have a hard time keeping track of them. This has caused me so much anxiety in my life and several Benjamin Franklins. I have had to have my car keys replaced for three different vehicles. I almost lost a job because I left my keys (one of which was a master key to a very large building) at a library, but they were found and my job was saved. At least 4 times a week, I search for at least five minutes for my keys. I know. I know. I should put them in the same place each time. What fun would that be?

The boys both love toy keys. I don't know why, but they do. So, I keep two sets in the car toy box. Yesterday, Bitty was so cute and so like his mommy. He was in the back searching for his keys. "Where my keys, mommy?" " I need my keys." "Keys, keeeeyyyssss, where are you my keys?" It was so sweet and funny. I didn't know losing your keys could be linked genetically. What you say it is a learned behavior? No, way. I don't believe it.

Seriously, do you know where your keys are this morning? I really don't.


I ALWAYS know where my keys are. ALWAYS.

In fact, the one time I locked my keys in my car when I was not pregnant (ie, the only time that counts) YOU had my spare. It was 4 hours away at your parents house. Just the key, not you.

And I must also note that I was not the one who locked the keys in the car, someone else did. I knew they were there, I meant to leave them there, and the doors were supposed to be unlocked.

July 14, 2008 at 11:41 AM  

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