Leave the house in the morning with both sets of car keys and don't tell her, so she has to spend her entire lunch hour cleaning the house, emptying purses and digging through pockets trying to find the keys that she knows she left RIGHT HERE yesterday when she came home.
By the way, the last three times I've lost my keys, they've showed up in Jeromy's pockets. Do you suppose I can blame him for my missing cell phone too? (The old one I just replaced, NOT the new one.)
Did you have matching cell phones?
Posted by: Sarah | April 14, 2006 at 06:19 PM
I know you have *cough* nothing else going on right now ... so TAG, you're it!
Posted by: Becky | April 15, 2006 at 11:05 PM
Sarah - no, they're different. Mine was much newer.Don't tell anyone, but I think I accidently threw it away.
Posted by: Alison | April 17, 2006 at 10:49 AM
Oh God. This post brought back memories. When my little boy was two he hid my keys behnd some books on a shelf out of his reach (think bookshelf ladder). Being keyless brought about the worst 4 days of my life.
Posted by: Kate | April 18, 2006 at 08:41 AM