The Hubster would like me to post for ALL to see that HE, yes, “He-who-searches-with-his-eyes-closed” has located for me a cd that was basically right under my nose.
After 5 trips upstairs tonight to the pit, uh, office, to look for a particular cd, I still couldn’t find it. Grumbling and pouting, I abandoned my search and went to put the girls to bed.
While I was reading Mouse her story, Hubster came into her room and yelled VERY triumphantly that HE, yes HE had FOUND the CD I was looking for and that it had been in plain sight all along. And made sure to announce that, I, “ask-Mommy-she-knows-where-everything-is-and-honey-where-are-my-keys", could NOT locate it.
He had to proclaim this several times. Loudly; with arm movements. And even a little dancing.
And he mentioned that I should put this on the blog, so here it is.
699 more to go and we’re even, my dear. But don’t worry, I’ll help you find your keys tomorrow.
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