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I was just talking YESTERDAY about my life being good= no good blogging. Yes, just as fat=flavor, in cooking, drama= good post, in blogging. So folks, here's the drama. I was having a wonderful and spectacularly busy day today. Just puffing along in my busy-ness. Wake up-check, take shower-check, feed offspring breakfast-check, leave a note in the mailbox because I'm too much a wimp to talk to the saleslady face to face about my rejection of her-check. And so on... I finally show up at Miss Gayle's to work. I work 1-2 days a week at a daycare center giving sweet and patient Miss Gayle some respite while I watch the kids so she can go out and run errands. I had a fabulous day there! I told silly stories about Goldilocks- even falling out of my chair at one point to demonstrate the very well known story. I just love hearing little kids laugh. When Miss Gayle returned, we chit chatted a little and I went to the front door with Kailtin. As I reached for my keys... keys...hmmm...where are those pesky things? Uh... where are my keys? Looked under the couch...under the microwave... in the kids' cubbies... in the refrigerator... nope. no keys. I'm ok... this is fine... forget the afternoon I have lined up... no library-no swimming-no Blockbuster- dang! NO KEYS!!!! After grilling each toddler about placement of said keys, I call my darling mother-in-law to come pick me up so I can call Geico to unlock my car and slap me around for being so irresponsible. I would call from Miss Gayle's house but there are two problems with that.

1) Geico's number is inside the car.

2) There are six toddlers inside that house. When I want drama and sextuplets... I'll let the fertility specialist know.

Because the drama started when I was waiting for my ride (play broom makes contact with head- not good.) I decided to take little K and start walking towards my mom-in-law's. She sees us walking, pulls over, lifts up K only to realize neon yellow chewing gum wrapped around her legs. Where is that child's mother? Didn't she notice her poor daughter trying to slough off the sticky residue on her shoe? I need to talk to that...oops. Yeah, not a mother of the year moment (April ;)!!!) At my safe haven, I call Geico, get great customer service and hitch a ride back to Miss Gayle's to meet towing service. We only wait for about ten minutes. The towing guys hop out and get to work. Let me just say, everything looks easier and prettier in the movies. I was half expecting some stealth weapon to open my car, but it was just a glorified coat hanger (a metal one, not the nice matching ones I have in my closet). After some struggle, the guys unlock my car and I almost give them a hug. I pounce on poor Giuseppe (I named my car that because it looks like an Italian gangster car from the thirties.) and fumble around inside for the keys. hmm... not in the ignition... not on the seat... not in the crack stuffed full of goldfish crackers and something sticky.... My next question to the tow truck guys, "So do you guys also offer the service to find my keys?" One of them backs away chuckling while his partner is revving the engine impatiently. Well, there they go. Miss Gayle opens the door giggling. "Oops. I had your keys in my purse." There goes daycare provider of the year award... and she was doing so well.

*I actually do think Miss Gayle should get the award, please don't hold her accountable for the keys. I have washed three checks in my pants pocket from her and she has forgiven me every time! She is a saint. I hold Miss Gayle in the highest regards. You know I have true respect for you if I can dedicate a whole blog to you- that's love.