Aren\'t kids great? Gotta love the way your children can innocently wreck your entire night........ /forums/images/graemlins/angryfire.gif I got home from work and dropped everything at the front door because today was the first day I was able to run up to the lake to go icefishing. I fired up the truck, packed all my gear inside, and headed out within 5 minutes of getting home. I caught myself a nice laker and came home. Sounds like a lovely night, eh? Well, the fun hadn't started yet. Around 9:00, I got all my stuff organized for work(I always put everything on the kitchen table so it's ready for the morning). Let's see: wallet, cellphone, house keys.......well, where the heck are my work keys? I ask Kim if she's seen them but she's busy watching Third Watch on TV. Hmmmmmmm....... /forums/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif I'm sure you know the steps one takes when searching for keys. It all starts rather calmly as you check your coat pockets. Frustration slowly sets in as you scan the counters and the top of the fridge. Ideas start popping in your head like "I took a piss before I went to the basement" so you head to the bathroom and then downstairs, scanning like the Terminator as you go. After about 5 minutes, frustration leads to anger and you again ask your wife(a little less nicely then before) if she can PLEASE give you a hand looking, hoping that she'll find them. When she starts searching in the obvious places you tell her "C'mon, I already looked there" which usually garners a reply along the lines of "Well, do you want me to help or not???!!!". After about 10 minutes you take a deep breath and start all over again with the obvious search spots(just in case you missed them the first time....ya, right /forums/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif). The next stage of the search is desperation. You start checking places the keys could not possibly be like in your wife's panty drawer and underneath the stove. Your demeanor now verges on rage as you pull cushions from the sofa and throw them on the floor. And then your wife says those two words that all frustrated men hate to hear - "Calm DOWN!!!" to which you reply "I'M CALM, GODAMMIT!!!!" to which she replies "That's it. I'm not helping any more. Find them yourself. I'm going to bed!". Undeterred, you continue the search solo. You check the truck in case you left them in the ignition but because you have no keys to unlock the truck you have to settle with a cursory glance from behind the driver's window. The pair of gloves on the seat taunt you- perhaps you put your keys on the seat and put your gloves on top of them and THAT'S why you couldn't find them in the house. Luckily, you have a roadside assistance plan, so you go back in the house and call the 1-800 number. "The truck's on the way" says the overly-cheerful dispatcher. While you wait for the tow truck to arrive, you glumly sit with your head in your hands hoping that the extra warmth on your forehead will make your brain work harder. You experience a glimmer of hope when you see the towtruck pull up in front of the house. 2 minutes later the door pops open with the aid of a slim jim and you push past the driver and into the cab of your truck, the feeling of victory filling your spirit. Unfortunately it only takes a fraction of a second to lift the gloves and realize that you're finally out of options- the keys have won the battle and are nowhere to be seen in the truck. As you watch the towtruck pull off, you dejectedly reenter your home. You take one last glance at the obvious spots and you reach down to open the cupboard to get the kettle to make some tea. It takes a second to register, but YES, IT's TRUE!!!!!!!!!!! There are your keys, nestled between the kettle and the blender. And then, and only then, does the vision of your 2 year old daughter playing in said cupboard return to your head.......... /forums/images/graemlins/deal.gif If you got this far, I congratulate you. Thank you for sharing in my pain and allowing me to vent. That is all.