I think the e-mail to the office this morning says it all:
Then my wife called, and she doesn't have them...Sorry... I've calmed down a bit. Here is more information that you probably want on the matter, mostly for your amusement as I appreciate just how absurd this is:
My keys are gone. I've done a CSI type search of the house, re-created how I came home last night and so on. Can't find them, odd seeing my keys are not small and the house is not big. I've concluded that the most likely place for them is that I put them on a table somewhere and my wife scooped them up thinking they were hers... she tends to leave them laying about while I'm usually quite religious about putting them in the same place... mainly because it drives me absolutely insane when I can't find them.
However, the wife is in court, and when she goes to court she does like 5836 hearings at once. I've left her a message, and I'll likely hear back sometime after noon, and then maybe I'm right that she has them, or maybe my keys have ascended into heaven, some sort of mix up with the Pope... or maybe I'll find them in my tuxedo, which I last wore on March 25, 2000.... The suspense is getting to me a bit, because if she does not have them I'm stumped... I did make it home, so they have to be somewhere... Laws of Physics and all that...
I've decided I'm just going to take a personal day. The Masters is on, the sun is shining, and the thought of worrying about this makes me sick. I mean, I REALLY hate to not be able to find my car keys. I'm going to go relax and see if I can stop shaking...
So... where the fuck are the goddamn things? It's a moot point as I'm not going in today... I'm half in the bag already so fuck it...
Any guesses? Whoever comes closest wins!!!
Fame can be yours.... win the "I found RCC's keys" contest...