Well, dodged a bullet.
But what a mother of all Monday mornings...
After an hour of fruitlessly searching the living room, den and bedroom I decided to worry about it later and drive the mustang instead as the weather is still decent enough and the roads remain dry.
Doh! Took the (dead) battery out this weekend as part of winterization. So threw the charger on the batt and went for a walk down the street to see if it was laying on the ground following a walk to the local convenience store last night. No dice.
Figured while I was there anyway might as well get a morning coffee, then found my bank card was missing.
Great, just what I needed. Although, that was only a short lived panic as it turned out I had left it at that same store last night (really wierd, it
never leaves my hand.
Ran back to the house and jumped on the bank online to make sure nothing happened with the account last niight, fortunately no monkey business.
Back to the garage to check the battery, still not charged. Looks like it may be too far gone to do anything with it.
Back in the house, really start to turn it inside out. Three hours later ended up making it look like a gang of thugs out of a nightmare tossed the place. Still nothing.
Checked the battery again, nope, not taking a charge.
Decide to make the wife late for her job and borrowed her car to run to the parts store and bought a new battery for the Mustang. $140 bucks I wanted to spend this upcoming spring instead of now. Oh well.
Wife drops me off in the alley and takes off for work (cursing and swearing at me for making her late), drop off battery in the garage by the car, what the??? Now WHERE THE HECK is my tool bag?
CRAP! it's in the (now locked) house in my den as I had been doing a bit of work around the house on saturday.
Call the wife, and asked her to turn around and open the house for me. More cursing and swearing, and a big "no bloody way". I told her it was that, or I was going to smash the bedroom window and break in.
She turns around and lets me in the house, along with a few more choice words. I grab the tools and back out to the garage. Dig through the bag to grab a pair of wrenches, and what do I find? Bloody truck key, sitting down in the bottom of the bag under a pile of wrenches and screwdrivers.
It seems that it fell out of my coat pocket when I threw it on the back of the chair in the den yesterday afternoon after running some errands. (Un)fortunately, the bag was right underneath the back of the chair. So out of the pocket it went and down into the bag. Fortunate it fell into the bag and it didn't get lost, (Un) because if bag had been elsewhere the key would have been sitting out in the middle of the floor and would have been easy to see.
Oh well, at least the truck is mobile again.
And lesson learned. Been planning to buy a second key for a while now but been too lazy to do - but will be doing on the way home tonight after work. Or maybe even a second and a third...
