Monday, November 24, 2008

The Keys to My Undoing

I dropped my keys this afternoon.

I think I broke my toe.

Seriously.

If there is such a thing as a contest for the most crap on a keyring, I believe I could be a contender. It's ridiculous, I tell you. The fact that I can still manage to lose my keys is baffling to me...

I have all of nine keys...that's it. The rest of this conglomeration is assorted junk.

Red baubles, The Horde symbol, a fob from the local radio station (I used to work for them), lip gloss, a brass egg, a jar of sand from Cuba, a glow-in-the-dark spiky ball, a War-Amps tag....

There must be some kind of therapy for this.

2 comments:

Jenn said...

If you have a bad back, I could see why carrying that key ring around would do it. LOL .... the funny part is, you have room for more............ LOL.

(Why a brass egg?)

Natasha said...

This from the woman who wants me to make her a beaded key chain?!? Still want me to make it? LOL