Enter the Key Man…

The woman frantically flings things around on her dresser and paces back and forth from room to room…”Where are the damned keys?!” she hisses as she continues along her reckless path during what seems to be this never-ending”Columbus” mission.  She pulled open every drawer, tossing and throwing bras, panties and even her pajamas on the bed convinced that Brutus her pet ferret, probably stashed them somewhere.

“I swear every friggin’ time Brutus is let out something disappears.” she groans as she flops back onto the bed, tossing her head sideways to get her lengthy black bangs out of her eyes.

The rain begins to pound on the windows as she looks at the blackened sky. “It’s a damned good thing I’m off today.” she mused.

She then heard a faint jingle.  She moved slowly as it repeated.  The jingle began to get a bit louder when she heard the back door open and shut.

“Hey babe!,” her hubby said, “I had to borrow your car this morning because mine is in the shop.”

“Really?” she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Yeah,” he began as he saw her expression, “It’s Tuesday and I knew you would be off. I told you about this on Saturday. Remember? You were sleeping late so I didn’t want to bug you.” he said as he handed the keys back to her.

“Oh…Whatever. I thought Brutus stashed ’em again.” she said.

“No but he did stash this. I found it in his favorite corner.” he grinned as he handed her a bracelet.

“That little bas-”

“Now now…Calm down.  You know he likes to stash stuff. It’s almost noon. Let’s go to lunch. You’ll feel better.”

“Okay. Let me go clean my mess.” she said.

“Threw all your stuff around again, didn’t you?” he grinned.

“Yeah. I’ll be ready in a few.”  she said as she began the drudgery of cleaning up the bedroom–for the 5th time in three days!”

Just out of sheer curiosity, how many of you have days similar to that?

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