K is for Kiss (and Keys)

I have two totally unrelated stories for today. One happened yesterday, the other happened decades ago. 

Yesterday Hubby and I had some errand-running to do. We jumped into the truck, ready to go, when I remembered that I forgot something. Hubby turned off the ignition, while rolling his eyes and sighing with exasperation, and gave me the keys. I ran into the house, put the keys on the table, grabbed whatever it was I needed, pulled the locked door shut, and hurried into the truck. Hubby held out his hands to receive the keys. 

UH - OH...CRAP! 

Some one was not very happy. "Well, there goes the whole entire day! You might as well start walking to Jennee's work because she's the only one with a key!" (Our house is always locked up tighter than a drum.)

I did not want to walk to Jennee's work. That's a good 10-mile walk. So I started going around the house checking the windows, hoping against hope that one would be unlocked. No luck. 

Meanwhile, Hubby went the opposite direction. We both reached the back of the house at the same time. Hubby tried the back door, and look on his face was priceless when the door actually opened! 

Whew! Disaster was averted. After searching a few more minutes to find where I threw the keys - there were only five places where they could possibly be- we were on our way to get our errands done.

And, now the story about "The Kiss".

This is my Grandma and Grandpa. The year was 1971, or thereabouts. My Mom's and Dad's birthdays are only four days apart. Well, technically, seven years and four days apart. We were sitting around the table after eating supper, and possibly birthday cake. Us kids decided it was time for a birthday kiss. First, Dad was to give Mom a birthday kiss. *KISS* Then, it was Mom's turn to give Dad his birthday kiss. *KISS*.

Grandpa and Grandma were sitting there enjoying the show, then we said, "Now Grandpa, give Grandma a kiss."

Oh my. They thought that was the silliest thing ever. "Nah", said Grandpa. 

Grandma started giggling at the thought. We coaxed and coaxed. We might have even started chanting "Kiss! Kiss!" The more we coaxed and chanted, the more Grandma giggled. It must be hard to resist five noisy grandchildren yelling for a kiss, because finally, he gave in and leaned over to give Grandma her kiss. As you can see, by this time she was laughing so hard that she didn't get a proper kiss, but a peck on the cheek.

Yes. This is my favorite picture of them. I didn't crop this picture, because I love seeing that big, black telephone sitting up on top of the piano.

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