Monday, August 25, 2008

Milo M. and the Case of the Missing Keys

I have always been a little scatterbrained when it comes wear I left my keys. You can chalk it up to being disorganized. But lately it has gone to a ridiculous level. As we were leaving the other day I had to go on a frantic hunt for my keys. While this is not an unusual occurrence for me I swore that this time I had left them on the end on the couch but they no where to be found. After a frantic hunt to find my keys I found them across the living room next to the exersaucer (my first clue). Baffled I got them and we left.

This morning as I was folding towels in the laundry room Milo crawls in, keys in hand and leaves them like a little present in front of the washer for me to step on as I backed up (It was a good thing too becuase I probably wouldn't have found them otherwise). Apparently my keys fell off the end of the couch were I usually threw them and Milo grabbed them to play with and crawled away. Mr. Nobody, who moves our things to unexpected places, now has a name and it is Milo.

1 comment:

Shannah said...

Can you blame him for lost socks, too?

And I love the new "look" to your blog!!! Very nice.