Keys, Please

Here are my keys, in the first place that I look when I can't find them where they're supposed to be.  My car key and one for the Club, and a house key are all that I carry now, after the heady days in which I had keys to the local public library.  I also have a Ralphs card, solitary since the Albertson's one fell off, and a Swiss Army knife.  The knife has lost its distinctive red handle plates, as in addition to its usual myriad uses, it makes a great teether for babies.  Both of my girls used it to cut many of their front teeth -- in fact, now that I think of it, that's what happened to my Albertson's card as well, as I remember turning around now and then to see one of them sucking on the card and jangling the keys, with an expression of pure innocence.

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Comments

[blackbird]

ahhh babies and keys...

[sarah louise]

I used to leave my keys there a lot too!