See that middle hook there? The empty one? That's where my keys are supposed to go. I retraced my steps. I searched all over the house. I spent 45 minutes. I even asked the 19 month old if she knew where they were. (To her credit she did look around quite seriously for 38 seconds in an effort to help.) I gave up, looked out at the freezing rain, and decided it was a good day to stay home anyway.
I did eventually find them. Correction - Johnny found them. In his coat pocket. His coat was hanging in his locker. At work. In Brecksville.