05 September 2010

All Keyed Up

The saying goes: You do not know what you have until you lose it.

...well, unless it's your key ring.

The appositeness of car, house, or work keys are evident in the annoyance of upturning an entire residence in pursuit of tiny, errant objects hidden by the devil himself.

However, key relevance lends more to that hypothetical soul who owns time, begs to be fired, relishes walking inhumanly colossal distances in inclement weather, and has an uncanny knack for shimmying through narrow basement windows.

I am now faithfully utilizing a wall-mounted row of key hooks.

~Bee is listening to You Found Me by The Fray