The Ghost Returns

So, today has been a really productive day.  Tonight not so much.

Yesterday, I made a trip to Menards to grab some primer ... some more wire and screws to finish Eli's name in his room and obviously some gummy worms - cause that is what Emily always gets when we go and it was just us two and our lovely car/cart contraption that some genius thought that moms would love to drive around with their kids screaming about going the wrong way... and hitting every corner since they are so easily maneuvered....wow that turned into a mini rant...

But back to yesterday... I started to prime the kitchen table that has been mocking me for almost two years!!! YES!!!

So after a few coats of primer and a lot of sanding ... this morning I woke up to a sick husband.  Boo for getting things done around here... but some how I got in some more sanding and one last coat of primer.... and a coat of primer on my cabinet doors that I took down about 6 & 1/2 months ago...

And yes,  I fell into a black hole that sucked all my desire and will to do projects in timely manner away...

So after that, being the loving wife I am, I ran to target to get Sprite, the lovely pink stuff, and contact solution.... and somewhere between entering the door and walking to the bedroom to give my dying husband some much needed loving, I lost his keys.

I normally put them on the hook by the door, or right by the oven,  or on the piano, or on the dresser in the bedroom... there might be a few more spots I normally leave the keys.... but I checked them ALLL.  Bryan checked them all.

We checked the freezer.
We checked Emily's room.
We checked the bathroom.
We checked the basement.
We checked the toy box.
We checked everywhere.

And then I cleaned as well - thinking they would show up.

And then I did the list again.

No dice.

This is where I think my ghost is back.  Yesterday, I heard one of Eli's nose toys go off that is only set of it someone hits it.  No one was near it. (This is my justification that losing the keys was not truly my fault- so just go with  it).  I think the ghost is F'ing with my mind.... and trying to get me into trouble.

Bryan is not buying it.

Not at all.  He is so frustrated with me right now that he took my keys and off-roaded it all over our yard to get past his car that was parked right behind mine. To get dinner from Taco Bell, but really I think he was trying to get away from me and my ghost excuse.


Soooo. As i sit here not looking for the keys anymore and going insane from watching Cat in the Hat for the 15th time today... I am secretly hating my ghost.. cause if I said that out loud who knows if my funny, practical- joke playing ghost will turn into something from Paranormal Activity...

Any suggestions on where said ghost might have put the keys?

Update: That sneaky f'n ghost found it funny to hide the keys in my coat pocket so when I draped it over the end of the bed, the keys would magically fall into Bryan's work boots..... which we would find after many angry eyes, giving up, searching the whole house for the 5th time, giving up yet again, and then finally appearing "magically" after scanning my new Do it Yourself Magazine.

I still blame the ghost.  Bryan does not. But I still got a hug out of it ;) mostly out of relief - not love.