We were ready to walk out the door, but I couldn't locate my keys. I usually dump them on the steps when I get there, but I had my hands full of lunch garbage. After a careful search of the logical places, I searched the garbage. I looked in the windows of my locked car; I hunted the grass....I looked and looked. I thought long and hard about the path I took into the house and all of the places I was while I was there. Pretty much, I came in, threw out the garbage, and camped on the couch. The keys were not obviously in any of those places. I went through the garbage 4 (YES..FOUR) times; I moved the couch, pulled off all the cushions; I looked in the bathroom, checked the sink, toilet...even the shower; I searched. I gave up. Figured, they had to be in the car. There was nowhere else for them to be.
I called Dave. Told him I needed him to get my spare keys and come get me. I called AAA and asked them to come open the car. AAA got there first. I hunted, cleaned, hunted some more. Dave arrived while I was finishing up in the car. He hunted. He moved the car with the spare keys just in case they were under the car. No luck. I asked my dad to look in the mailbox just in case someone found them and put them in there. I had to pee.
When I got back to the family room with despair, my mom was dangling my keys from her finger. Where??? IN HER PURSE!!!!!!! NO...It wasn't ME. She picked them up when she got home and dumped them there with her keys and glasses etc. TWO HOURS!! That's how long we searched.