Where are my KEYS??!?!?!?!?!?

Got out of the car the other night, arms full of stuff from a day at the park. Within five minutes, had lost my car keys. Noplace, nowhere, nohow. Searched, retraced footsteps, and re-searched, with help of husband, flashlight (still looking in the front yard after dark), then gave up to have dinner. After eating (coincidence?) I made a list of all the stuff I was carrying when I got out of the car. There were seven items, one of which was two beach towels we had been sitting on at the park. I hadn't checked that particular pathway, and found them at the bottom of my bedroom closet, on the floor with the keys under them.

Must've tossed them there with the towels and forgotten all about it in my multi-tasking.

My husband, Mac, kindly pointed out that if I had Alzhiemer's, which is always my worry, I wouldn't have been able to solve the problem the way I did.
Okay, he wins that round. :-)