It’s
ok everyone, I found them. They had fallen behind the couch.
I
want to thank everyone who had suggestions on where my keys were, although not
to Dan from Sheboygan who said to look up my butt. Very funny Dan.
Sheila
from Niagara Falls was closest when she guessed they were under my fainting
couch. I got rid of that though once my case of the vapors cleared up with my
program of outdoor activities and pure thoughts.
Gary
from New Mexico seemed to think a badger ate them. I don’t even have time to start
with you Gary.
Jenny
from South Dakota, along with 456 others said they didn’t care where my keys
were. Well, that’s really nice. I was just asking for suggestions. I didn’t
expect you to fly to my state, rent a car, drive to my home and physically join
in the search. And if you had, I would have provided a selection of pepper jack
cheeses, cured meats and gift bags filled with hand crafted soaps. So you all
missed out.
Roman
from Ocean City Maryland, about your suggestion that I dropped my keys into the
“vast, crude-oil black skin of eternal nothingness that is life on this rotting
planet”, uh . . . maybe you need to get outside more buddy. Get some vitamin D
flowing through your system, have a Snicker’s bar, stop listening to Albert
Camus books-on-tape, miss a meeting or two of the Nietzsche Admiration Society.
Just a few ideas.
Stacey
from Washington DC I think you had a typo. I think you meant “re-trace” your
steps but it said “re-brace” your steps so I spent the entire weekend building
a complicated system of cross-arms and footers for my staircase. Looks nice
though.
Anyway,
thanks again for helping me find my keys. Now if you have any thoughts on why I
enjoy watching baseball, let me know.
