Lights Along The Way

I'm pretty sure my glasses are dating my keys. There's really no other logical explanation for why they always seem to be missing. Always. At the same time.

And I usually NEED them. Like tonight. I need my glasses. Otherwise the world's a blur, and putting my contacts back in after a 9 p.m. shower is silly. It's like asking to accidentally fall asleep on the couch with them in.

I'm slightly more desperate to find my keys when they're missing. Ask anyone. I tend to be a little late.

A lot.

Usually because I can't find my keys.

My parents even bought me one of these for Christmas:You put it on your keychain, whistle when you can't find them, and it whistles back. Problem is, it whistles at every slighty-shrill noise. So I turned it off and removed it...and don't know where it is.

Doesn't matter though; you can't fight true love. And there's really no other way to explain this dilemma besides the fact that my keys and my glasses run away together--often.

Seriously.

Because we've established homes for these things.

My slightly OCD very organized husband puts them here:

{The drawer in the kitchen} {My drawer of stuff in the bathroom}

But we have a mutual understanding that I generally toss them in one of these places:{my desk} {my nightstand}
{the table on the way out the door} {my pencil/marker/scissor holders}

*Notice they're missing in each of these pictures.*

HOWEVER.

As I was walking around taking these little evidence pictures, brent asked what I was doing.

Then pointed this out:

Tuh.

I mumbled something about how they sneaked in the back door.

I hate it when he's right.

But he did just tell me he was going to bed and would sleep on my side so it was warm when I got there.

Fine. Be helpful and sweet.

But I'm checking the drawers before I go to bed.