Does this look like the face of someone that would steal? NOOOOO....This angel dressed in her mommy's Easter dress circa 1979. She would never....well guess again. I am only kidding of course but she did cause quit the scare over the weekend. We had the Charlotte (soon to be Raleigh...whoo hoo) Grandparents in town for Luke's 4th Birthday. It was already a crazy few days because Ella had been sick and I was running around a lot. To make a long story short I could not find my van keys on Friday night after everyone got into town.
Now I must admit I can be absent minded when a lot is going on and I have MISPLACED my keys before. Not this time, they were LOST! Or so we thought. I spent most of Saturday and all of Sunday tearing my house apart to find these keys. I knew if someone found them that could be dangerous and that it would cost money to replace keys and get the house locks replaced. I prayed, I looked, I prayed, I looked. Erin, being a good sister in law, decided to swing by and help me look. At this point it was driving us both crazy. It is just one of those things that you cannot wrap you head around. Finally, I was standing in the kitchen and asked Miss Ella....Where are Mommy's keys? She looked me in the eyes, walked over to the pantry door, stood on her tippy toes, I opened the door for her and she POINTED TO THE TRASH CAN AND SAID KEYS!!!! How is that for some build up.....
Erin and I looked at each other and just said....No way...she wants some "cheese". Sure enough, that night after exhausting every possible option....we turned to the trash outside. We figured out what bag was from Friday and halfway into the filth I found them.....mace and all! She is a keynapper but she is honest. The moral of the Paul Harvey story is .....always look were you don't want to look first. Don't bring anything valuable to my house unless you put it somewhere at least 4 feet tall.
