My dog ate my homew... no, wait
No no no, thats all wrong; my dog didnt eat my homework. What I meant to say was my cat stole my house key. Thats right, that was it.
Oddly enough thats not a lame excuse I would try and give my teacher or anything, Jenn and I's cat Dmitri (aka The Little Bastard) took it upon himself to go somewhere he shouldnt be, namely the dresser I keep my wallet and stuff on, and proceeded to steal the key to the house, I so dumbly left there.
I had taken the key off my keyring, so I could go start my car and still lock up the house; since my car keys and the house key were on the same ring.
Now dont get me wrong, Im not just blaming the cat for this; since I am the dumbass who left the key there. On top of that, Im the dumbass that, after just setting the key down on the dresser, thought to myself "I should probably go put this back on my ring, since the cat will probably do what he does with almost everything else I leave here." Add to that, "I should probably go do this now too, cause I will probably forget to do it later."
Now do you think I listened to myself? If you answered no, you know me pretty well and made an educated guess. If you guessed no... you either dont know me, were trying to give me the benefit of the doubt, or are a dumbass the same as me.
Anyway, I went through the rest of the night without even thinking about the key I left on the dresser. In fact, I didnt even think about it much the next morning either... until, of course, I went to leave the house, looked down at my keyring and said "Motherf..." So, I ran upstair, already dreading what I figured was already true... key was nowhere in sight.
I looked on the floor, under and behind the dresser, in our office, down in the basement... all the places I could think of where our cat takes the shit he steals. I checked all those places and nothing. So I had to call Jenn, and tell her about it and see if she thought just locking the backdoor without the deadbolt was gonna be ok.
Turns out, after closer examination, my key was actually under the bed. I looked under the bed, but not long enough to really see it, since I was already gonne be late for work.
So, now my house key is safely back on my keyring; and on the detachable clip I have as well, so I can now safely go out (or send Jenn out) to start my car and still be able to lock up the house.
Cats still a little bastard though, regardless.