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No, I didn't make it. In my defense, I did manage to drag myself out of bed at 6.30 am and would have been ready to get out of the house by around 7 but I couldn't find the darned (I still need a suitable vegetable replacement for darn/damn/dang - something that can be ed) keys to my bike lock. Now, folks would argue that the parking lot of my work place is a pretty safe place and I could leave my bike unlocked and it would still be there when I got out of work, but I say nay. I mean, maybe. But once I discovered that I couldn't find the key, my mind kept coming up with all these scenarios in which some thug would make away with my bike. You never know - these bicycle thugs are always around. Better safe than bicycle-less. Anyways, I couldn't find the keys and that was that. So I took the ol' faithful 4 wheeler. Which brings us to the point. Ze nub. The number of missing/lost things at home had reached a critical mass with the missing keys. So, I came home this even...