96/366: A Daily Occurrence

At least once a day.
I ask my husband.
My co-workers.
Whoever is in earshot.
No one in general.


Where did my keys go?
Where is my phone?


You would think by now.
I would have figured out.
A better system.
A designated pocket.
In the purse.
The table by the front door.
Something.
Anything.


I will think I finally have it mastered.
A plan in place.
And then.
The next day.
As we are walking out the door.
I will ask my husband.
Honey, have you seen my phone?