I'M THEIR HERO 'CAUSE I'M THE FINDER OF THE KEYS

A couple of weeks ago Lord Bumhampton and his charming wife, Nurse Giggleswitch were down for the week-end. We had a glorious time--photos of the fire pit to come sometime soon. We went to dinner at Heaps and then, after the fire had burned to coals, AND the neighbor's sprinklers came on and reached twenty feet and sprinkled us, right on the lawn swings--remind me not to sleep out there anytime soon--we came in and they watched TV and I computer'd. Phil had already gone to bed.

Lord B. started to look for his keys. Nowhere. They were nowhere. He needed to look outside but the flashlight was dim. I found new batteries for him, I'm helpful like that. He looked through the car windows--the car was locked. The keys were not inside. He looked on the lawn. Nothing. He looked everywhere and finally said, "Mom, I may need to borrow one of your cars and drive home--2 1/2 hours away--and get the extra keys and drive back."

"That would be fine," I said and since he wouldn't leave until morning I didn't worry about it much. Lord B. and Nurse G. continued to look.

I finally took pity on them and went upstairs to help. "I've come to find your keys," I said.

He didn't say it out loud but I could read his eyes. "Fat chance!" Since the word "fat" is a forbidden word, kind of like the Forbidden Palace in China--that's how obnoxious that "fat" word is--I didn't look at him anymore.

"Have you looked in Nurse Giggleswitches' purse?" I said, looking at the ceiling.

"Yes, many times."

"Have you looked in my purse?"

"Why would we do that?"

I walked over to my purse and pulled out his keys.

"Are these yours?" I asked.

I know he wanted to kill me or at least shake me until all the "forbidden word" body parts jiggled mightily, but he restrained because he's a good boy. I raised him that way.

"Why," he said through clenched teeth, "would MY keys be in YOUR purse?"

"Well, because," I said, widening my eyes in a most innocent way, "I guess I saw them on the clerk and thought, what if Phil locks the keys in the car? I better take mine, just in case. So I picked up your keys, thinking they were mine, but, ha ha, it's funny isn't it, they were really yours."

"Mom," he said, "my keys have a total of two keys on them. What do your keys look like?"

I fished them out of my purse. "They look exactly the same, don't they? Well, except for the extra three keys and the automatic car door opener and the Eiffel Tower. I saved the day for you, didn't I? Now you don't have to drive all the way home and all the way back. Aren't you lucky?" I paused so he could contemplate how lucky he was. "And you're welcome," I said.

He didn't even smile. That boy need to cultivate his sense of humor.

And I don't think he said "thank you," either.

THE EINSTEIN CLUB--LEAVING THE KEYS IN THE CAR...AGAIN!

I was listening to NPR Radio when I pulled into the Albertson's parking lot. I turned the car off and continued to listen. After that segment was over I got out and debated whether or not to lock the door and close it. Sometimes that works and sometimes it triggers all the other doors to unlock. It's a "don't lock your keys in the car," feature but the Clown Car has decided to play Russian Roulette with that feature. I was locked out of the car a while ago and Phil had to rescue me because closing a locked door did NOT unlock all of them and my purse--with my keys--was locked inside.

I finally decided I better lock it with the key as I didn't want to have to walk to the passenger side and manually lock those doors.

But, the keys were not in my hand. They were not in my purse.

They were in the car and the "your keys are in the ignition" beeper had been beeping all the time I was debating whether or not to lock the door and slam it. Not only that but the radio was still on.

It could be I'm deaf. It could be I'm stupid Or, as Shan says, "...our minds are so occupied with interesting/perhaps brilliant thoughts that the normal, mundane things go, 'whoosh,' right over our heads." I'm going with "interesting/perhaps brilliant."

You can make your own conclusions.