A common argument (or, as I like to call them- a loud discussion) in our household begins with- “Where are my freaking keys?”
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)
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)
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…
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