I admit that I am not good about keeping up with my keys. But the other day it was ridiculous. I had been searching the house--in every dusty corner, under every cushion--for half the day and I was starting to panic. I finally enlisted Alan to help me and he immediately pissed me off with the question he always asks in these situations, "So where is the last place you remember having your keys?" And I responded with the answer I always give, "If I knew that then I would know where they were, wouldn't I?!" Then he told me I need to sit down, clear my mind, and visualize my actions on the previous afternoon. I hate this shit.
Me, "OK, I arrived home with groceries in the trunk. Shepard was with me and I told him to get out of the car and run like a freak to the door because it was pouring rain. I opened the trunk and started to get the bags. Shepard was ringing the doorbell but you didn't open the door for him."
Alan, "I was in the bathroom."
Me, "I don't care. Your child was freezing in the rain."
Alan, "He wasn't freezing, it was 70 degrees."
Me, "That's not the point. You didn't let us in even though I called ahead to let you know I was coming."
Alan, "I had to go to the bathroom."
Me, "You are a grown man. You should have held it."
Alan, "It wouldn't be held. OK, I think we need to do an actual reenactment of the events."
Me, "Are you kidding me?"
Alan, "No, it will help, really. Go out to your car."
So I went out to the car and pretended to get groceries out of the trunk in the rain. I came to the front door and Alan and I reenacted our argument,
Me, "I called you to let you know we were coming! Why didn't you let us in?"
Alan, "I was in the bathroom!"
Me, "So what! Your poor child was standing in the rain and you were just sitting there!!!"
Alan, "WITCH!" Then he said, "Oh, I only thought that at the time."
Me, "ASS! I think I actually said that."
So the reenactment continues. I came in the house loaded with groceries, sniped at Alan and then I remembered something important. As I was passing him in the foyer, Alan said, "So is there anything else in the car?"
Me, "Yeah, the cat litter but I already closed the trunk. Here take my keys and open it."
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa HA!!!!! I looked at Alan and he has that 'Oh whoops' look on his face because now I know I didn't lose the keys, but he did! So he went outside to started reenacting his own actions. I just walked straight to the closet and fished my key out of his rain jacket. So as I was beating Alan about the head and neck for making me think I had lost my keys forever, he was laughing. He grabbed me, held me close and said, "You see, that's what our marriage needs--a little role play. It will spice things up. "