May 27, 2009

Locked In

I can't find the keys.
The husband swears they are here - but I don't see them anywhere.

Which means, until they're found, I'm locked in.
Which means, I didn't Jamie at 59th St.
Which means, I'm ordering lunch in. (since i haven't made it to the grocery store yet)
  • Seamless web says I can choose from Lyla's Creperie, Wondee Siam or Chez Lucienne.
Which means the laundry is folded (more!) and dishes are washed (again).

1 comment:

Alisha Stamper said...

that happened to me yesterday. Doesn't it suck!? mine were under Wallace's hat on the kitchen table. seeing as you don't have a little boy that likes to hide keys (unless there is something i don't know about matt), yours are probably not in the same place mine were.