Preggie Brain

I'm not generally a scatter-brained person. I'm usually pretty good with details. Today must have been a pregnancy-induced exception.

Over my lunch break I went to the store to buy some storage baskets for the baby's changing table. You know the ones . . . white with cute fabric liners. Anyway, as I was leaving the store with my [very unwieldy] stack of baskets, I realized I didn't have my car keys. Normally I just slip them into the outside pocket of my purse, but they weren't there.

I had brought along my seamstress measuring tape so I could measure the baskets to make sure they would fit. I remembered that while measuring, I had set my keys down on the store shelf. So, back into the store I went with my [very unwieldy] stack of baskets. I walked back to the aisle where I thought I'd set the keys. They weren't there. I went to another aisle, and then another. I had only been in three different aisles. The keys were nowhere to be found. Starting to worry, I asked a nearby employee if she'd seen them, or if anyone had turned them in. She said no.

By this time my arms were getting a little tired from lugging around the [very unwieldy] stack of baskets, and I was already having trouble navigating the narrow aisles with the [very unwieldy] stack of baskets. I decided to set the [very unwieldy] stack of baskets down and have a think.

I'm going to be late getting back to the office.

Wait, HOW am I getting back to the office?

Where am I going to put all these baskets?

Dan has a brief due today; I can't make him leave work, go home to get the spare keys and then come all the way out here to pick me up.

I guess I had better call the office . . .

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While rooting around in my purse for my cell phone, I found the keys.