I hadn't thought I'd brought them with me, so I scoured the house many times over before finally deciding to go retrace my beach route.
And I found 'em! Feet away from the incoming tide, sinking further into the wet sand. Only the metal ring was showing. Good thing I went out when I did. Hooray.
Note to self: don't walk on hands on the beach with crap in your pockets, where crap is defined as one's car keys.
P.S. Ellen is evil. This is totally my first beach post.