Blurbs from the Burbs by Chickysara

A few weeks ago, we were all out celebrating the end of summer vacation, presumably doing something fun. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what the fun thing was that we were doing. All I remember is that at the end of a long day of having fun, the car keys went missing. (Why is it that it’s always easier to remember the one bad thing that happens rather than an entire day of good things?) All of us were hot and sweaty and fraying at the edges, and now, here we were stranded in the middle of a parking garage, searching desperately for the car keys. I rifled through my purse for the third or fourth time while The Husband stood behind me asking questions beginning with phrases like: “Did you leave it in the….?” or “How about checking your…?” which was driving me crazy because I’d looked in all of the places he’d suggested about a million times. In the meantime, the kids, exhausted and feeling our frustration, were beginning to unravel. “Are we going to be stuck here all day?” J whined. Sin...