Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for July 18, 2010

And they’ll likely be where you can’t get at ‘em tomorrow, unless you spit them out in time.

how do you remember where the coffee mug is? and then some….

you can’t argue with succ… uh, s u c c ????

Just don’t say the River Phoenix

The poltergeist is currently in possession of my car keys!

This cartoon finally explains Lost to me.

I bought a special hook to put my keys on so I wouldn’t lose them. Can’t remember to put them on the hook. Oh well…..

Wonder if Wiley puts his keys in his coffee cup.

For a second there, I thought maybe he had stepped into an Escher…

He’s lucky. I’m still looking for the island…

my canoe flipped….

Hee hee! I love starting the day with a giggle! I love YOU, Wiley! (PS-I’m WAY past middle age.)

In my house, that would work. The only thing I know, for sure, is where my coffee cup is.

RIVER PHONIEX

I never keep my keys in a coffee mug. The refrigerator is the proper place for them.

One of the best things about ‘middle age’ is how long it seems to last. Maybe we need an ‘early middle age’, a ‘middle middle age’ and a ‘late middle age’ then we could avoid getting OLD all together.

I know where everything is, but my wife moves things just to mess with my mind.

Take my word for it… the memory process of the middle-aged brain ain’t that good…

Keep the keys on the outside door lock.

ArthurAllen: “Keep the keys on the outside door lock.”

I’ve done that. In the ignition of the locked car works too, especially if the car is running, you’ve already locked the house with your spare keys inside, you’ve forgotten where you’ve hidden your emergency house key, and you’re leaving for the airport to catch a flight.

The top of the dresser is the proper place for keys. Of course, that doesn’t mean that’s where they are……

My wife doesn’t like where I put my things so she moves them, I waste more time conducting searches.

i ask my wife where i left ‘em. saves time and effort.

I blame Bush for this

That man probably begins to become a dementia before he will become a senile or Alzheimer’s disease.

I do usually put my keys on top of my old antique desk so I will know where my keys are at! :-)

Like an Escher print. http://www.mcescher.com/Gallery/gallery.htm

I keep my pocket stuff on the nightstand next to my bed. Of course, if the pants I was wearing will work for another wearing, I leave everything in them. Otherwise, my wife would move them and then tell me they are right where I left them.

My kids think I write too many notes to myself! I tell them, it’s the sign of a busy mind with too many things to do and too much to keep track of!

Welcome Craig 72. This is where inquiring minds want to know, “What will happen to the Ekert?” “Will Danae be able to recapture it by placing her head in the shed to attract it?” Stay tuned!

I have a cute basket on the wall right by the front door. I drop the key ring in it as I come in the house since they are right there in my hand. Planned on putting cell phone there, too, but since I have to dig it out of purse, that doesn’t happen too often. But the Key thing works and I recommend it.

Burgundy2 Reeeaaallly! OOPs! I know that but I feel sorry for elder people who got that kind of disease for no reason. :-/ My father almost got a dementia but he was passed away on Oct 7, 2004. You are NOT a senile! I am not either, too! :-) Keep our minds sharp! Aaaannnd stay healthy, too!! :-)

I keep my keys in the black hole. They disappear in there and reappear through a white hole at times I cannot suspect and places I would never guess. It’s all physics…

I have a wooden wall hanger with three cup hooks across the bottom right by the back door. We hang all of our keys there, and they never get lost. That is, if my hubby doesn’t forget to pull them out of his pocket. It works most of the time.

Real women avoid bald men ….. for obvious reasons!

that doesn’t look like china…

I forgot what I wanted to say…

I’ve misplaced my keys plenty… ever since I was twenty!… Takes no special talent… Or synapses spent… But to foresee the place… Where you endlessly trace… Items needed for life… Oh f@#% it, just ask the wife…

What am I doing down here? This isn’t the refrigerator.

Wait! If that is how the middle aged brain works. I’m not going to be very old.