I just unintentionally spent 2 1/2 hours at the YMCA. 1 hour for the workout/shower. 1 hour looking everywhere for my keys. 1/2 hour waiting for a good friend (thanks, Kate!) to pick me and the kids up to take us home.
The keys are still lost. The van is still there (whew--at least that isn't lost, too).
But at least we are all home.
Update (August 9):
The keys are still lost. But at least we have a spare.
2 comments:
Sounds like something I would do. :) Good luck with all your upcoming adventures!
Could the keys have been lost in the van?
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