Stupidity 3 : Me

This morning, at some ungodly hour…

Me : I can’t find my keys.
Herself : They might be in my fleece
Me : [checks] Nope. Yours are on the table, but mine aren’t. You had them to drive home last night.
Herself : [getting out of bed, and looking around the house] Well I gave them to you when I got in. I locked the door and gave them to you.
Me : Nope, I haven’t got them. [checks trouser pockets] *Ahem* Ok, sorry, I have got them…

So yes, I do feel like a bloody idiot. And there’s a good reason for that.
It’s because, on occasion, I am a bloody idiot.