I Wonder About Myself Sometimes

I was late this morning. I had places to go, people to meet, and new places to explore. (Ok, maybe not that dramatic.) 

The reason I was running late? I couldn't find my keys. I think I spend about 1/8 of my life looking for my keys. I mean it. Maybe those little key trackers would help me spend less time looking for them. I think that shall go on my Christmas list. 

This morning I spent 20 minutes looking for my them everywhere. I even checked in the washer and dryer (I have washed and dried them before) to make sure I hadn't put them in there. I was so desperate, I even looked under my bed.

I later realized they were in my pockets the whole time. I felt really silly, and I still felt silly hours later. What's wrong with me? How did I not feel them in my pockets?

I should be more organized, and always keep my keys in the same place. That would be smart, but apparently I never learn my lesson.