Join Me in Snarkville

I have no idea what is going on with my days of the week this week. I woke up this morning thinking today was Friday — only it isn’t. I think I’m thrown by the whole end of the month today, end of the week tomorrow — or, I’m just losing my mind.

So, I have a photo packed post planned for later (check back LATE tonight), I thought I’d share a little scene in our house LAST night.

The UPS lady brought us Prince’s new ball (which he took to the Pro Shop and had the holes drilled in it last night) and my new shoes (which look totally awesome, even if they are a little winter white and not all loud and funky colors as I had wanted).

Me: Hey, I found my OLD bowling bag/ball, but I thought yours was with mine, but it wasn’t.

Him: Oh, well, I’ll just use your bag when your new one arrives.

Me: Um, you want to think that through.

Him: Oh, crap. My shoes. Guess I NEED to find MY bag. It’s blue right?

Me: No, it is green and black. Different style than mine but same colors.

Him: ok, I’ll pull the car out of the garage and start looking. You don’t need to help me. I got this one — I know I’ve seen it.
Me: (thinking COOL. Sits to chill).

Later.

Him: Um, can you show me where you found your bag?

Me: Here.

WE BOTH DIG THROUGH THE GARAGE.

Me: I need to get something upstairs. I’ll be right back.

(rummage through all the closets, until I arrive at the entry closet. I go through a box that was shoved in there and find something round.)

Me: I FOUND IT.

Him: Guess it wasn’t in the garage, huh? I’ll start putting it all back together again.

(For the record, he had seen *MY* bag and thought it was his. His was never unpacked.)