My keys smell like ham… why you ask!?!?!
This morning, I got up, got ready for work, needing to leave my house and… where are my keys…?????!!!!!????? Okay… They aren’t in my purse, they aren’t on the key hanger, not on the floor, not in my jacket or pockets… not in the laundry… I checked all my bags from last night, looked in the fridge where I put away the groceries… did I put them in the freezer? Hmmmmmmmmm. I was praying, looking, cleaning you name it trying to find my keys. 4 1/2 hours of searching for keys can get a little mind boggling. Thinking… did I leave them in the door, did someone take them, is my car still here, I obviously am not going to work today.
As I continued to search for my keys I could feel my emotions turn for the worse. Then I remembered, God cares about our reaction in tuff situations. I took a deep breath and kept on looking and cleaning, thinking there is a reason for everything.
I decided to take a break and eat something. As I sat on my couch eating a bowl of cereal, I was getting told to go check the ham bag in the fridge. Ok, I already check the ham bag but at this point what do I have to loose. This time I untied, UNTIED the ham bag and picked up the ham out of the bag and there I saw my beautiful shiny keys waiting for me to rescue them from pig butt and its juices. At this point I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream. 4 1/2 hours! Honesty!!!
I washed my keys off and they still smell like ham. :(
