Thursday, May 06, 2010
So I'm bowing to the request of my husband in writing the second half of the story about my missing keys. A week after replacing them I found that slippery little keychain. I saw one of my sandals running into the bottom of the bed skirt on Eric's side and went to retrieve it. When I picked it up I saw a pair of jeans peeking out from under the bed. As I bent down to them up I noticed a maternity panel. I was surprised mine had made it there, but didn't think too much about it. What surprised me even more was when the jeans jingled. There was a disbelieving, "noooooo...." that escaped my lips. I didn't remember getting the keys back from Ellie and I didn't remember changing clothes after the expo before Eric asked for them, but I guess that's what happened. At least now we each have our own car key and a spare. True pregnant brain.