Losing my Keys

I keep losing my keys. Three times in three months. The first two times I was walking my dog and they fell out of my pocket when I pulled out the doggie bag. I was able to back track and find when they had fallen.

I added a key ring with some bright orange ribbon so if it happened again I would more easily see them. No luck. This time they seem to be really gone.

I only walked from my car parked around the corner to my house. I only had my purse and the clothes on my back. I've backtracked, checked pockets and reorganized. They are nowhere to be found.

I hate losing things. Plus now, because I had to make a copy of a key from a copy I can't open my trunk except from the latch inside my car. I told my son I was tempted to spray paint a hub cap bright pink and attach my keys to that. Instead I settled for a bright orange reusable stuffed grocery bag, a little plastic dog bone with my name and phone number and one of those coiled bracelet things that you can wear on your wrist. Maybe now I can keep track of them.

I'm sure there is some deep seated psychological reason for this continued loss but I'm choosing not to think about that.