I am such a freaking moron.

Yesterday, I left my coat in the tv room when I left.

I remembered it when we were almost to my mom’s. I later told her about it and she said, “well just go back and get it.”

I had to say, “No, Mom, you aren’t listening to me. My coat is locked in the tv room, locked in the building. No one is there. My keys are in my coat pocket.”

Doh!

I don’t think anyone will mess with it, so I just borrow Steve’s keys until Wednesday when I can go get it.

However, I got to thinking about it and I could swear that I remembered carrying my coat out to the car. Steve said, “you didn’t leave it on top the car, did you?” That would put it outside the “back” doors if I did. But I don’t even see a reason I would have put my coat on top of the dirty car in the first place.

So I’m really hoping that all is where I left it.

I did email P last night, so if she checked her email, she probably has it locked in her office by now…

Stoooooopid Val.

It’s just beyond me how I did this.

Okay, so it’s not completely beyond me. I can really see me leaving my coat because I’ve almost left it several times before this. But my keys? I am so nutty about my keys that you’d think I’d remember those!

One time, I was about 17, I guess, I was driving home late from work and was mentally going over everything, making sure I had everything I needed with me. Suddenly my heart stopped and I said aloud, “where are my keys!!??!!??”

Duh, idiot, you’re driving. Where do you think they are?