Last night I was on my way out to meet someone when I couldn't find da truck keys. I looked for about ten minutes tossing and turning things over but couldn't find it.
And da classic conversation ensues:
BL: BABE! You seen da truck keys?
Da Wife: The what?
BL: DA T-R-U-CK KEEEEEEYS!
Da Wife: Where'd you last put it?
Wassup Wit Dat!
How come it's always li'dat yeah? Someone always gotta ask, "wea you wen put 'em last?" Really, if we knew wea we wen leave 'em last, would we be in dis predicament?
Naturally I try to retrace my steps:
Come home, move da truck, move da bike, let Da Dog out, check da mail, pick up Da Dog's doo-doo, wipe down Da Dog, walk through da garage, look for stuff on da dining table, send a quick email, exercise, start making kim chee.
So I ended up taking da bike to meet dis guy but he nevah recognize at first cause I told him I was coming in da truck. Ai-goo.
I come home and go back and forth through my steps but nada. I tear threw da garage like a hurricane, I rip threw da dining table like one tornado then I start to go shmall kine nuts like da SupahFerry. I check inside da truck, on da bike, around Da Baby's toys - a'ole.
Wea da buggah stay?!?
I go back to making kim chee still trying to trace my steps since I already tossed and turned practically everything in da house. So I figgah I get da spare keys for Da Wife to use da next day.......
Geez, now wea da spare keys stay?? Dis really sucks okole!
Finally aftah midnight it hits me..... walk outside to da rock wall and there it is. Sitting pretty on top of da mail dat I put down so I could pick up da doo-doo.
Don't you hate wen dat happens? Wen it's so easy yet so stupid. 😳
Have you evah gone pupule looking for something? Have you evah been sooooo sure dat it was in one area only latah to find out you was totally off? Isn't dat "conversation" so funny dat it makes you mad?