As I stuffed my keys into my teeny front pant pocket I gave thought to this jingly mass I was holding.
It’s a little much to carry. I think it’s time to get rid of my keychain, but I am loathe to do so because it’s one that Mark brought back from the Museum of TV in NYC many moons ago. The ladybug was also a gift, and it’s not going anywhere. It’s the best.thing.ever. I will never need to wear a wristwatch ever again!
Some people are anti-keychain. Others go overboard with pompoms, or retractable wires or whathaveyou. Some people carry one key. Others carry a key for every lock they’ve ever known. I fall somewhere in between.
