Frog and Goat

Wednesday night the better-half and I went out to dinner to celebrate our first date night. As we were walking back to the car, I was carrying the Styrofoam-to-go box and as we approached the car, I pressed Unlock on my key fob.

We got in the car and I set the to-go box on the floor between my feet. As I set it down, the box popped open and I said, “Man Down”. We chuckled. I fixed the top, we rode home and I talked about how full I was and how we could have the leftover spaghetti for breakfast.

Yesterday afternoon we were leaving for Thanksgiving with friends and I realized my keys were not on the foyer table or in my purse. We looked in the car and couldn’t find them and then I raced back in the house to check my jeans from the previous night. No keys.

When we got home last night I looked in the refrigerator to see if I had put the keys in there when I put the to-go box in there. No keys and seriously wouldn’t we have noticed a set of keys in there?

So, I have no idea where my keys are and my keys are not something I misplace, ever. I have so few places I put my keys and I’m a serious creature of habit when it comes to things like this.

If the keys are really gone, there’s nothing about them that would lead them back to me. So the crazy killers will have to prey on someone else. I carry a minimalist key chain with only 2 car keys and two house-type keys–one of which is the key to my office and it needs to be turned in next week. The key chain has nothing else on it. I just know the cost of a new Honda key is going to piss me off.

Update:
We went by the restaurant to see if anyone turned them in and there are 2 sets of keys in the lost and found but mine are still missing. We also walked along the curb where we parked to see if the keys fell into the gutter but that came up empty too. So, I have an appointment at the dealership on Monday afternoon to have a new key made and programmed and the better-half’s key and the valet key reprogrammed.

Second Update:Total cost almost $166. Ouch.

About four years ago I went for a routine visit to the eye doctor. He told me that he didn’t need to see me again until I turned 40. The better-half and I got a reminder letter that we should come in for a visit. All I could think was, “I’m not 40″, but then I got a grip and called for an appointment.

I went this afternoon and when we got to the conversation about looking at my retina, I said, with a great deal of glee, that I wanted the cool new way. The eye doctor professionally handled my geek-out and led me into the room with the new retina camera thingy (that’s a technical term). I got to see my optic nerve today and it looked really great–all red and spidery. Then, the optician took me into the glasses room.

Yes, with the constant reading I do all day long for work, school and play, I have to wear reading glasses. I have the slightest bit of prescription in them but basically, I’m getting old but not old enough to wear granny reading glasses. I was pretty adamant that I didn’t want to look like a dork or an old lady. The optician was amused and did a good job in picking frames that weren’t dorky or grandmotherly. I pick up the glasses next week. Unbeknownst to me the ones I picked are trendy, because I’m all about the trend, and they’ll have an anti-glare film on them so when people look at me they will see my eyes and not the reflected light.

The eye doctor thinks by correcting my eye strain that the glare I experience whilst driving at night will be cut down significantly. To which I should have replied, “We shall see.” I must go now and laugh myself silly.

This weekend we had a very special house guest. She’s nine years old and is short and stubby, owing to the fact she’s a dachshund. Her name is Gracie. Her parents left her with us on Thursday evening and they just picked her up a little while ago. She was a load of fun if not a little slobbery. We played several games of ball toss in the backyard yesterday and today. She was worn out when her parents arrived but still very happy to see them. I predict she’s going to sleep like a rock tonight. Last night she and I turned in and I didn’t hear a peep out of her until about 6 this morning.

My sister brought the nieces over this afternoon to see Gracie and to meet Simon. Simon stayed under the guest bedroom bed while they were here. He’s been spending a lot of time under there this weekend. In fact, I know Simon and Gracie never saw each other. He was a pretty good sport through the whole thing but I’m sure he’ll be happy to have free roaming about the house again.