Lost My Keys

I got up this morning as if everything was in order, until I headed out the door and found no keys in my pocketbook. The van had been in the shop, and I haven't used it since it came back. So it's possible that they're in my husband's coat pocket, or in his truck. But it does make you realize how important such a small item can be. I bet the old keys in the pictures above all have stories to tell of wacky women who lost them. And thanks to my mom who rescued me this morning!

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"Do not let what you cannot do
keep you from doing what you can do."

John Wooden