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Dear God - if you keep this up, I might have to start taking you seriously...
So, I lost my keys.
Spent forty minutes this morning looking for them - in places that include the table, the coffee table, the piano, the wardrobe, the kitchen cupboards, the oven, inside my bed, the bathroom rubbish bin, the garden, the car, the garage, every drawer in the house, my bag, my other bag, my other other bag, the couch, and my secret chocolate supply.
They were NOWHERE.
Then, finally, I heaved a sigh of absolute disgust, and said "Hey! God! Can you please give me back my keys? They're kind of IMPORTANT."
That being done, I took one step forward, across the middle of my living room.
...and I stepped on them.
This is just getting ridiculous.
Spent forty minutes this morning looking for them - in places that include the table, the coffee table, the piano, the wardrobe, the kitchen cupboards, the oven, inside my bed, the bathroom rubbish bin, the garden, the car, the garage, every drawer in the house, my bag, my other bag, my other other bag, the couch, and my secret chocolate supply.
They were NOWHERE.
Then, finally, I heaved a sigh of absolute disgust, and said "Hey! God! Can you please give me back my keys? They're kind of IMPORTANT."
That being done, I took one step forward, across the middle of my living room.
...and I stepped on them.
This is just getting ridiculous.
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I figured that meant God (who I imagined to look like a pilot with those cool leather goggles and a flowing scarf) was up in the clouds, listening to me, which was nice.
He doesn't listen to my pleas about taps anymore, so I guess it's a mutual disbelief nowadays. :-p