Weird.....
I'm not shy about telling you about the weird things I cannot explain that happen in my life. I'm sure a lot of you thought I'd lost my mind when I told you last year about the baby sock I found in the wife's side of the closet. That was probably one of the most freaky things that has happened to me until yesterday.
Here's my story for today:
Last week, when I was at Lowe's for the second time that day, I thought to myself, I ought to have a spare key made for the house. I don't know why I thought this. I didn't do it. The only key I ever had made after I changed the locks was almost two years ago. When I bought the new locks for the house (had to change them because the front door lock broke about the same time the wife moved out), I bought the kind you can just re-key without changing. This is going to be important in a minute. Anyway, I made a key, gave it to her dad to give to her. She sent it back.
On Saturday, I found some spare keys in a drawer. I knew I had some laying around someplace so I took the keys I found and tried them in the locks for the front door and garage door. The garage door has a different lock I haven't replaced yet. One of the spare keys fit that door. The rest of the keys didn't fit so I tossed them in a drawer. Like I said, I can re-key the locks, so I decided to keep the keys. I put ALL of them back in the drawer except the key to the garage door. There were only about four or five of them, so it's not like I lost track or anything. I gave the garage door key to Miss June.
On Sunday, I made some rolls. The cookbook I used, I set on the small counter in the kitchen. It's about chair height and it becomes a collection point for things sometimes. Yesterday, I ran some errands. When I came home, I didn't see what I'm about to tell you about. When June came home, she asked me about this key sitting on top of the cookbook.
I thought at first it was her key. She doesn't keep it on a ring. Hers, though, was in her coat pocket. She told me she tried the key and it opened the front door. None of the keys I tried on Saturday did. They're all still in the drawer. The key says "Lowe's" on the back of it. It's on my key ring.
The really weird thing is that I seem to remember re-keying the locks on this house sometime after March of last year when I was angry about some things so the key I had made wouldn't work. I may have changed them back, but I don't seem to recall doing that. June swears she had nothing to do with the key and she didn't know I was thinking of having one made.
I have no idea where it came from, how it got here, or why it got here. I just know it's on my key ring and I'm just chalking it up to the same thing about the baby sock.
I just don't know.
Here's my story for today:
Last week, when I was at Lowe's for the second time that day, I thought to myself, I ought to have a spare key made for the house. I don't know why I thought this. I didn't do it. The only key I ever had made after I changed the locks was almost two years ago. When I bought the new locks for the house (had to change them because the front door lock broke about the same time the wife moved out), I bought the kind you can just re-key without changing. This is going to be important in a minute. Anyway, I made a key, gave it to her dad to give to her. She sent it back.
On Saturday, I found some spare keys in a drawer. I knew I had some laying around someplace so I took the keys I found and tried them in the locks for the front door and garage door. The garage door has a different lock I haven't replaced yet. One of the spare keys fit that door. The rest of the keys didn't fit so I tossed them in a drawer. Like I said, I can re-key the locks, so I decided to keep the keys. I put ALL of them back in the drawer except the key to the garage door. There were only about four or five of them, so it's not like I lost track or anything. I gave the garage door key to Miss June.
On Sunday, I made some rolls. The cookbook I used, I set on the small counter in the kitchen. It's about chair height and it becomes a collection point for things sometimes. Yesterday, I ran some errands. When I came home, I didn't see what I'm about to tell you about. When June came home, she asked me about this key sitting on top of the cookbook.
I thought at first it was her key. She doesn't keep it on a ring. Hers, though, was in her coat pocket. She told me she tried the key and it opened the front door. None of the keys I tried on Saturday did. They're all still in the drawer. The key says "Lowe's" on the back of it. It's on my key ring.
The really weird thing is that I seem to remember re-keying the locks on this house sometime after March of last year when I was angry about some things so the key I had made wouldn't work. I may have changed them back, but I don't seem to recall doing that. June swears she had nothing to do with the key and she didn't know I was thinking of having one made.
I have no idea where it came from, how it got here, or why it got here. I just know it's on my key ring and I'm just chalking it up to the same thing about the baby sock.
I just don't know.
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