2 weeks in and I already almost killed him...

For the last 7 years I have lived on my own/with roommates. I was always responsible to and for myself. Now everything is different and my dear husband is throwing a kink in my independent living. Let me explain...last Monday was to be my first day back at work since returning from my honeymoon. For anyone who knows me it is a rare occasion for me to be on time for anything, but I was really striving to make it to work before my usual 8:15 so I could tell everyone about our trip and show pictures. Ever since I have had a garage I always lay my keys on the console between my seats when I park my car, thus making it easy for me to hop in when I am running late and zip out of the driveway and off to my next destination. We had been out running some errands last Sunday and Chris was driving my car. When we got home Chris did not adhere to my key placement guidelines, but instead stuck the keys in his pocket where I would be sure to look the next morning when I was getting ready for work. Monday morning I ran around the house looking on every table for my keys, I even dumped the contents of my purse out to see if I had dropped them in there when I realized who had misplaced my keys. I had to wake Chris up which was absolutely of no help until I finally resorted to digging through the dirty laundry for the pants he had worn the night before. When I got home that night I had a discussion with him about the keys but obviously it went in one ear and out the other because the whole dilemma repeated itself this morning. Needless to say I am going to have an extra copy of my car key made today and he will no longer be allowed to touch my keys.