. keys .

Okay, this key thing is getting ridiculous. I hope that The Love of My Life has made time to get a key made today. I’m not sure where he is, I remember him kissing me goodbye but I don’t think he mentioned his destination. Yesterday he said all he really had to do today was work on the project for a friend.

So I wake up and he’s not here. And he’s taken the only key! I’m hoping he comes back before I leave for ballet in ~35 minutes, otherwise I’ll either have to leave the door unlocked, which I really don’t want to do, or I’ll have to lock myself out, not knowing when he’s coming home.

I tried calling him but no dice… straight to voicemail.

I hope he remembers.

This morning I came home from work, expecting the key in "the spot" but it wasn’t. And the door was locked. And I had to pee like a mofo. So I rang the doorbell in an annoying fashion along with intermittently pounding on the door until he woke up enough to come let me in. Then I could finally pee and get the key to put the scooter away!

He felt really bad about that one.

I hope he remembers. Geez. I love that absent-minded one.

~ kate