My first thought when I saw loss . . . I'm losing my mind! Yes, that was my first thought and I had to grab it before it fell out the hole in my head. But the second thought was something different. So, I let go of the first thought, and it slipped through the crack in what is now known as the hole in my head. Adios, thought! I don't need you now anyway!
A year ago we bought a new car. Finally. We had been driving a couple of really pathetic looking old cars for so long. However, they both were beginning to lose their drive to live. We knew we'd be suffering from the loss of those two cars soon and then what would we do?? Public transportation?! Nah!
So, we bought a car. We traded in one of our old cars for $200 - - I was surprised we got that much. And the other car we sold (full disclosure, honest) to someone who needed "something just like it".
Anyway, the whole point of this story is that we finally got a nice car with one of those keys where you can just push a button and the doors lock, or unlock, or the trunk goes up, or your dinner is served, or your clothes are pressed, or the red button which screams for help because you can't do it yourself because someone has their hands around your throat. And, actually, that's not even really the point. The point is this - - after becoming addicted to pushing the buttons on my key, I lose it! Not just the one key. I lose my whole set of keys - - work, home, car. I really only cared about the new key with the pretty shiny buttons, but still it was inconvenient to have to crawl in the window at work and break down the back door at home.
I was able to get a new work key, and a new house key. I even got a new car key. However, it's the spare "valet" key, and not the "Lost In Space" key that I loved so much.
I have been mourning the loss of my key ever since.
So, if by chance you pick up a carton of milk and see this picture on its side, please be on the lookout. I miss my key. Last seen April 16, 2012.