Tuesday night was our house Christmas celebration...actually more of a
street celebration...with my sis and i are two upstairs roomies and a couple 
of girls who live down the street. The girls upstairs were in charge of meat
and veggie...and i volunteered to pick up a loaf of bread at the bakery
down the street. I headed out the back door at about a quar
ter of six
ter of six in hopes of it still being open.
Now our back entrance is kind of like 459 Darello Street...if you've ever seen the movie, "What's Up Doc?" There are at least 8 stairs and they are wooden and rickety. So, as I was saying, I headed out the door, keys in hand for a walk down the street.
I hit the fifth step and found the foot support to be lacking...accompanied by a sheer covering of ice...not a good combo for the old boots. My feet flew out from under me and I landed with a thud on the ground, luckily managing not to crack my skull on the cement. Ok...crushing blow to the buttox and ego, but worst off was the launching of my keys into orbit as I had gone down for the count.
The hunt began. And continued...until my sis arrived home from work at six...she joined the search team along with one of the girls upstairs. The neighbor guy pulled in the drive and asked if we'd lost some keys. funny thing. He came out 5 minutes later with a magnetic wand. I whipped that thing around in the air like a fairy godmother before attacking the snow with a vengeance. Needless to say we searched for an hour that night with no luck...and in the morning for an hour and a half. My distress would not have been great had I a spare set of keys...but alas, i did not. that would be too logical. i had myself a win win situation. a nice butt bruising accompanied by a bill for a car tow and ignition replacement. yay! FIND THE KEY! so at this point i had a good cry...and then returned outside for a last hurrah. I raked up the area under the stairs through which we had looked at least 10 times. Lisa began hand sorting the leaves, snow, soot, and schmeel into our green recycling bin. Suddenly crying out I found em! I FOUND EM! She raised her hands in triumph. I turned in disbelief. She looked at me and burst into tears...sobs shaking her body. We hugged. I vowed to attach a hubcap or large spatula to my keys, fix our step, and buy some yak traks. ( FYI: Dollar General attaches bathroom keys to unusual and large kitchen utensils...such as ladles, etc.)
And the moral of this story is: Seek and ye shall find if ye seek with all of your heart, soul, and mind.
Other findings: a pair of my flip flops in the flower bed, and four nails thanks to magnetic wandage.
Now our back entrance is kind of like 459 Darello Street...if you've ever seen the movie, "What's Up Doc?" There are at least 8 stairs and they are wooden and rickety. So, as I was saying, I headed out the door, keys in hand for a walk down the street.
I hit the fifth step and found the foot support to be lacking...accompanied by a sheer covering of ice...not a good combo for the old boots. My feet flew out from under me and I landed with a thud on the ground, luckily managing not to crack my skull on the cement. Ok...crushing blow to the buttox and ego, but worst off was the launching of my keys into orbit as I had gone down for the count.
The hunt began. And continued...until my sis arrived home from work at six...she joined the search team along with one of the girls upstairs. The neighbor guy pulled in the drive and asked if we'd lost some keys. funny thing. He came out 5 minutes later with a magnetic wand. I whipped that thing around in the air like a fairy godmother before attacking the snow with a vengeance. Needless to say we searched for an hour that night with no luck...and in the morning for an hour and a half. My distress would not have been great had I a spare set of keys...but alas, i did not. that would be too logical. i had myself a win win situation. a nice butt bruising accompanied by a bill for a car tow and ignition replacement. yay! FIND THE KEY! so at this point i had a good cry...and then returned outside for a last hurrah. I raked up the area under the stairs through which we had looked at least 10 times. Lisa began hand sorting the leaves, snow, soot, and schmeel into our green recycling bin. Suddenly crying out I found em! I FOUND EM! She raised her hands in triumph. I turned in disbelief. She looked at me and burst into tears...sobs shaking her body. We hugged. I vowed to attach a hubcap or large spatula to my keys, fix our step, and buy some yak traks. ( FYI: Dollar General attaches bathroom keys to unusual and large kitchen utensils...such as ladles, etc.)
And the moral of this story is: Seek and ye shall find if ye seek with all of your heart, soul, and mind.
Other findings: a pair of my flip flops in the flower bed, and four nails thanks to magnetic wandage.
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