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A common argument (or, as I like to call them- a loud discussion) in our household begins with- "Where are my freaking keys?"
The question is usually aimed towards myself. The other day my husband got more than his usual average "annoyed-ness" at me regarding it, thus it led to a discussion that went along the lines of:
Nick: Why don't you put your freaking keys in the bowl by the door?
Me: When I walk in the house, I have Kalia, 3 or 4 bags and tons of other crap in my hands and teeth- (doesnt he read my blog?) I just drop everything when I walk in! (I may or may not have used my outside voice to say this)
Nick: Well, maybe if you put them in the bowl, we wouldn't have this discussion nearly everyday.
Me: Aww, thank you honey, I am not sure what I would do without you- the KEY bowl, that IS a helpful tip. (I may or may not have said this with complete sarcasm)
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.
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)
Nick: Did you see me when I walked in?? (outside voice) All the bags I was carrying and Kalia...
He trailed off and got quieter til he was silent, because I was staring at him with a huge grin...
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!
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