Where are my keys?

I look in my purse – no luck. On my dresser – nope. In my pants pockets, no. Other purse – not there. Kitchen counter. Huh uh. Desk, no. Work, no. I call the bar from last Saturday – no dice. I attempt to clean my room. (I’m really getting desperate now.) No keys. I start to give up. They’re gone. No more keys. Too many dollars to replace them. Ick.

Then I start to hunt through my purse for my checkbook. Guess what’s wedged at the bottom? That’s right. My keys. Little buggars.