The Thera-Band bar is something that I got to help with my knitter’s elbow (like tennis elbow, only the tendon on the other side of the joint). Brandon and Kaity have used it, too, when they’ve been on their laptops too much.

My keys have looked like that since I started driving the Prius in January. I took all the extraneous stuff off my keys to lighten the load on the ignition. I mentioned how nice it was not to have to carry all that extra stuff, and he took the carabiner off his keys sometime this Spring.

Notice he has a bottle opener on his keys, which mine lack, and his house key is different.

This had only become an issue in the last couple of months. Today was the second time he had taken my keys. A few weeks ago, he grabbed my keys to drop the kids off, with his in his pocket, and had to come back so I could go grocery shopping while he was gone.

The screaming match was him yelling himself hoarse at me, insisting that I have to make my keys different from his, because it’s apparently my fault that he can’t check his pants pocket for his keys before grabbing another set. And he wasn’t the only one late to work that day.

He’ll tell you that I move his keys all the time, so he never knows where his are. Actually, I only move them if he’s left them on the table and it’s time for dinner, but he’s taken to leaving them in his pants, and I’m not sneaking them out of his pocket in the middle of the night.