I proceed to ignore him, muttering something about getting organization tips from the man who strips when he walks in the door leaving a trail of his clothes from the garage door to wherever he ends up in the house.  He, unfortunately, overhears-

Nick- I leave a trail in case you need to find me! If you left a trail for your keys, you would never lose them. (he, too, is well versed at sarcasm)

I find my keys, leave and decide not to tell him that instead of the bowl, I have a really GREAT spot to put my keys (that may or may not include his ass)

Two Days Later-

I, am again, looking for my keys. However, Nick had just driven my car to take Kalia to pick out her Easter Bunny and grabbed my keys.

By the way, she chose this guy:

It is not a bunny, it is holding a candy cane and I think those eyes are peering into my soul *shudder*

Anyhoo, new discussion begins:

Me: Nick, where are my keys?  They are not in the precious key holding bowl. (sarcasm is a dear friend in our house)

You know what doesn't suck?  Being the other half in the argument who is RIGHT! 

Since I am not one to say I am right, I just kept smiling, found my keys, left on my errands and dedicate an entire blog post to my rightness.

Love you honey!

Awesome photo via someecards

Linked again to this Week's Finding the Funny! If you need a good laugh, check out the links!

Original Blog Post at A Bubbly Life