At some point during Lansdowne’s production of Little Shop of Horrors, Sharon lost her keys.

That was Saturday night.

She remembered putting them in her coat pocket, but somehow they had fallen out.

For the past 2-1/2 days, she has been frantically retracing her steps, and tearing apart the house and the car in an attempt to find her keys.

She found them today.

They were in her coat pocket.

It appears that she had put them in her zipper pocket so that they would be safer, and then she forgot that she had done so.

This is a fail on par with marrying me.

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