Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter K – Needs to have the letter K anywhere in the word
I’m jumping into this photo challenge mid alphabet because it’s November and if I’m going to post everyday this November (it’s a thing, an Nano Poblano thing) I’m going to need some inspiration.
An unlikely key stuck in a creaky keyhole by a kooky kid!
I have a problem with keys.
The kind of problem where I forget them.
The kind of problem where I drop them.
The kind of problem where I leave them odd places.
The kind of problem where I lose them.
Sometimes Ivy pretends she’s going somewhere. She’ll say goodbye and “leave” out the door. Then she comes back and says “Oh, I forgot my keys!” gets pretend keys and then “leaves” again.
I have that kind of key problem.
John and I lived in Rockford after we first got married. We lived in the bottom half of a house and our landlady lived above us. I regularly lost my key and locked myself out. Eventually our landlady hid a key outside the house for me so I didn’t have to come borrow hers every time I was locked out again.
That kind of a key problem.
When we first moved here I locked myself out so often I hid a key in the chicken coop.
That kind of key problem.
I got a territorial Great Dane, stopped locking the door and life was good.
So today when due to unusual circumstances I locked myself out of the house I was not surprised to see that I was missing my usual set of keys (the one with a house key) and only had the spare key to the truck. Since a few months ago the rats made off with my spare chicken coop key I was left with two options: 1) Breaking screens off windows until I found an unlocked window, while yelling at my territorial dog that it was ME and to settle down! or 2) Drive to get John’s key which was thirty minutes away. I decided to take a trip into town. A few extenuating circumstances and two and half hours later I was back with a house key.
John’s house key…
My husband is fully aware of my key problem.