Please embark upon a short story with me…

Last night, I got a call from Husband down in the parking lot. He asked if I would throw the keys down from our 3rd floor balcony so he could go run. Props to Husband. No biggy, we’ve tossed many a things from the porch to one another, excluding Charlie of course. Oh, a very important side note: there’s almost a foot of snow on the ground. I threw the keys down. Unfortunately they landed in a snow covered bush.

Husband…

• Searched for well over 45 min in 20 degree weather
• Used his cell phone as a light
• Used a candle for light
• Threatened to take our creme brulee torch down for light
• Uprooted half of the bush and almost just took the entire thing out all together
• Decided it was time to get out the snow bibs and gloves
• Cleared a 5 ft radios of a foot of snow
• Was 5 paces away from driving to Target and buying a kid’s metal detector (do they even have those things there?)
• Knocked on the neighbors door, they almost refused to talk to him because they thought he was a solicitor, and asked them to turn on their porch light
• Borrowed a flashlight from the neighbors
• And was just about to give up when he found them, packed and buried in the snow where he had been kneeling

Lessons learned…

• Don’t throw keys off of the balcony in the dark with snow on the ground
• Buy a flash light
• And it really wouldn’t hurt to have a metal detector on hand

This is about half-way through his adventure: