Here's a Big Blonde Missyism for Ya!

On Veteran's Day, my sister-in-law and I met to have breakfast together. One of the many things discussed was that they needed Dave and me to feed their pets on Friday. We discussed how I would get a key from her. Then, we moved on to solve all the world's problems.



Fast forward to Veteran's Day afternoon. Dave and I stopped by our sister's place of business to drop off snow chains at which point I received her house key. We even joked about what would happen if she were to go home (house-key-less) and find that no one was home.



I securely tucked her key in a small, zippered portion of my purse.



On Thursday, the day after Veteran's Day, I received a text from my sis-in-law that stated, "Thanks for feeding cat. Food by back door. If you are somewhere to make copy of key, go ahead. Could you leave key under pumpkin and bring in the mail?"



Ok, at breakfast we had discussed her leaving the key for me under a pumpkin. I didn't like that idea (and really neither did she) because we're both safety precautious and paranoid. The paranoia runs in my family. It's genetic. I think I've mentioned that before. That I'm a "worryer." I also tend to get off track. Doesn't matter if I'm speaking or writing, it happens. One of my friends, Jennifer, told me she thinks it's because the axons in my brain fire so fast, that I can't keep up with them! I like that! Thanks, Jenn!



Anyway! Back to the story. So, after reading Jo's text (my sis-in-law), I thought, "Of course I'll leave the key under the pumpkins, that's where you left it for me and naturally, I'll put it back where I got it. I don't know if I'll make it to a store to make a copy, though. That would have been easier if I had the key."


Yes. Yes, I thought all of that.



Friday, immediately after I got off work, Dave and I drove to our sister's house. By now, it was dark and Dave parked our car so that the headlights would shine on the pumpkins, where the key presumably was.



I lift up the first pumpkin...while a kitty is ferociously invading my personal space trying to get attention and food. There's no key. I lift up the next pumpkin. Still, no key. Uh-oh, I start to think. I lift up the last pumpkin. Nothing. No key!



Hmmm??? Maybe she left it under a pumpkin at the back door, after-all, that's where she said the food was, is what I think. So, kitty, flash light in the form of a cel phone and I go marching to the back door. There's a miniature pumpkin; but, no key. I'm starting to mildly panic now, contemplating if I'm going to have bring this kitten home so it can get some food. So, I start looking for cat food outside by the back door, knowing that they wouldn't leave any outside cause that could attrack unwanted rodents; but, you start to make crazy assumptions when you begin to panick.



Kitten, flashlight in the form of a cel phone, cranky husband and I now go trapsing to the side door.



PHEW! There's another miniature pumpkin by the side door! Oh good, I thought, that has to be the pumpkin with the key! I pick it up and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Nothing.



Now, Dave starts questioning me, which I LOVE (sarcasm) and we all go marching back to the door where we first started. Of course, I had to pick each one of those three pumpkins up one more time just to be sure and now I'm really panicking, thinking that I'm going to have to call my sister-in-law and interrupt her good time. I really didn't want to do that because of something so little as a key.



That's when Dave interrupted my thoughts and said, "Didn't she give you a key at her work?"



That's when the light bulb when off in my head.



That's when I started blushing profusely.



That's when I ran to the car, grabbed my purse and found her key, nice and secure in the small, zippered portion of my purse.



That's when I felt relief!



That's when I realized that I had a good story to tell her when she got home!



Needless to say, the mail got checked and the animals got fed...even though their temporary care-taker is a bonehead!



This is almost as bad as the time I walked back into my sister-in-law's house wearing my sunglasses and not realizing it, asking her and my brother-in-law if they had seen my sunglasses because it was sunny outside and I didn't want to drive home with out them! My brother-in-law kindly asked if I was looking for the sunglasses that I was wearing. Mortification.



I'm gonna go crawl in a hole now! Thanks for reading, though!