Wanted to share this story because I know I'll forget it by the time next week rolls around. Went back to work yesterday after taking all last week off to lounge, clean, and do some last preparations around the house. As most of you have read, the rain put a kink in my plans, but I managed to get quite a bit done any way.
Any how, I was running late yesterday morning and thinking how I really didn't want to go to work. Then I couldn't find my keys. I looked in all the usual places and couldn't remember the last time I had driven the Jetta (not a big surprise since my brain has literally been mush for the last 8 months). I spent 10 extra minutes looking for them and Nick was busy getting ready and trying to get out the door as well and didn't really seem interested in the fact that I couldn't find them. Finally, I just took his Jetta key and headed out the door.
When I got home last night I continued my quest before Nick got home from work with no success. Where could I have stuck them?
For the next month or so I'm taking one day a week of of work so I don't cap out on vacation time while I'm out on maternity leave and today is one of those off days. After making Nick coffee this morning I continued my quest yet again (I was positive they would just jump out at me). Nick, again, didn't seem all that interested in my plight. FINALLY, Nick says, "They're probably in the pocked of one of my jackets." I couldn't figure out why that could be...he has his own Jetta key (they're computerized keys that set up the seat position based upon the driver so one is programmed for him and the other for me).
I then proceed to grab his jackets he's been using and lo and behold...there they are in the first jacket I look! Why in the world didn't he tell me that yesterday?
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