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Locked Keys

I'll have you know we as humans can get ourselves into particular situations where the world combines against us with one "if only" situation after the other.

After deciding to get the rest of the kitchen plates out of the spider infested basement like my husband has been bugging me to do, I locked my keys down there. Or so I thought because it was the last place I could remember having them. Plans were thwarted for the day because my spare house key was with my mother. I did have a spare car key. I looked everywhere and had already cleaned the house the night before without seeing them. So I figured they had to be down there.

Mr Smith tried convincing me that picking a lock was easy. He even sent me a video. I used his fancy lock pick and the tip fell off in the door handle. My efforts were meager. I decided to give up on the rainy day and wait for Mr Smith to come home and save the day. 

He arrived. I prayed. He said he could see that a piece was stuck in there, which meant his key could not open the door. He was so patient. I told him it wasn't all my fault. I was convinced his lock pick was not as sturdy as it should have been. He told me he knows. I loved him very much in that moment. If I didn't have him, I would have called the locksmith and spent way too much money, but because I married a thinker, he got the vacuum hose and sucked out the piece in the door knob. It worked. We opened it. No keys were found.

So now I think Lexi threw them in the trashcan. Where else could they be? 

But due to how Mr Smith is, he brought home an extra key copy and a lock box so that this never happens again. This is how he doesn't get upset. He just makes it so this will never happen again. Love him. But now I need to seriously pray about finding these keys. I didn't go anywhere the day before so I know they are around here somewhere. Trash day is tomorrow.



UPDATE: We Mr Smith found the keys inside my faux fur in the barrel in my studio. Thanks Lexi! Mom and dad already searched there too, so yay for repeated effort.

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