On the third hour of searching for my little metal tickets to freedom, my keys, I got a little flutter in my heart as I thought surely they would be here.
Do you see them? No me neither. I will admit to checking my watch to see if it was legal happy hour time. A St. Pauley Girl to calm my housebound nerves? Nah...where are those girl scout cookies? I have $18 worth of those butt expanders.
You see in my little corner of the world the child protective service folks frown on sharing St. Pauley Girls with your 4 year old. Or so I have heard. There is no law against downing a box of Samoas though now is there? I was practically inhaling these babies as I ran through the abode...searching, searching.
After my call to the Muffin Man in Atlanta, as if he could help me, I took his advice and checked the kitchen refridgerator. He has a little experience losing the peanut butter and windex here. Listen to the experts, I always say.
No keys, but I did think that I should probably relax since we have about 16 weeks and $100,000 worth of grocerys to tide us over for the remaining 26 hours until we got ahold of a car key if worse came to worse.
Doughnut, zero, nada, nilch, zippo. After seeing all that food I decided to take a dinner break. You know since the 28 Samoas did not seem to be doing the trick. During my dinner my dear brilliant daughter came up to me and said, "My heart breaks for you Mommy." (This is what I tell her when she is sick.) "Perhaps you should cast a spell and make me the magic fairy godmother so I can find your keys." Hey, I'm game for ANYTHING at this point. I cast a spell complete with hand motions and a rhyme. She took off flitting through the house trying to find my keys. I really thought, wouldn't it be a total gas if she found them after casting a magic spell? Unfortunately, after a few minutes she return to down her hot dog, sans keys. As a consolation prize she in turn cast a magic spell on me.
I got up from the table to put away a few barrettes she had on the counter. I walked up to her closet to put them away. I looked up and saw her tap dancing bag.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. Tap dancing, yesterday. And there they were, accidently dropped into the shoe while I put away her tap dancing bag.
Happy Ending! I almost drove around the block just because I could. But hey, Mary Poppins and my spell casting fairy awaited downstairs.