I get the last laugh!

I have recently acquired a penchant for losing things. I've always had it - my driver's license that goes missing for months only to be found in the pocket of some shorts I wore last summer, that kind of thing. But it's been bad recently, particularly with important things, like, oh, my credit card or the car keys. The keys (only the real ones of course) are one of Ant's favorite toys, always guaranteed to calm him down, so they had a tendency of getting misplaced. So far, one of our station wagon keys got so misplaced it has yet to be found, after turning the whole house upside down. Not too long after we got a replacement (for the not miserly cost of $144, gulp), my key to the convertible went missing.

Mark kept asking me if I'd looked for it yet, my answer was always, "no, I didn't get a chance". Finally, one night, he said "please! just look for it!". So I did. I started in the cupboard with the jackets, as that is a very common hiding place for things I'm missing.

Checked through my spring jacket, even though I haven't worn it in ages. No key. My fall jacket, same. My two winter jackets, despite having felt in both their pockets recently. No dice. Next in line was Mark's jacket, so I figured what the heck I'd check that one too. Nothing. He gave me a bit of grief for it though - "Why are you checking *my* jacket?". Next up was his nice winter coat. Hand in one pocket, again empty. The other pocket though??? There was the key, nice and snug. In HIS jacket. (He must have put it there when we went out for NYE).

I definitely laughed last!