OK! I'll fess up and tell one on myself:
the other day I was unloading groceries from the trunk of the car. I knew I had the keys to open the trunk but couldn't find them by the time I got to the door of the kitchen... a grand total of about 10 feet. I checked my pocket where I usually keep them. No keys. Checked my purse... no keys. Finally I felt them ... hooked over my little finger by the key ring. AAARRRRRGGGGGGG!!! and I didn't even have any liquor at the Thursdays party this week.