I love being right.

It doesn't happen often.  But occasionally, I am right about a few things.

When do I love being right the most?  When Mr. B is convinced he is and I am 99% sure that I am.  It's like he is (I'm going to borrow this from my man Dane Cook) - - Mr. B is the Czar of Right and I'm just floating around in the Sea of Wrong.  Usually, he is right.  But this time - - *giggle* - - he wasn't.

We arrived at the t-ball field last night, him with our camera in tow.  He snaps a few pictures and then when he went to review them - - no CF card.  Kind of a rookie mistake.  But, one that has happened to both of us.  He was mad.  Gripe, gripe, gripe.  I knew it was directed at me, but was pretty sure it wasn't my fault this time.  I asked him when the last time the camera was used.  He told me it was for Justin's field trip.  I mentally ran through last week and knew this was wrong.  I used the camera on WEDNESDAY for the trip.  I pulled the pictures off and put the card back into the camera.  HE used the camera Thursday night for t-ball.  Justin didn't play because he was sick.  But David went anyway.  I remember, because he wanted me to look at some of the pictures he took.  I didn't force the issue at the time.  No point.  Instead, I just savored in my soon to come victory.  I did ask him if he was looking for some sort of confession of wrong doing or something.  No - - he just wanted to make sure we hadn't lost the card.  (Big fat chance.  But whatever.)

I knew exactly where it was.  I knew he was the last to use it.

The funny part - - when we got home, I asked him if he found the card yet.  Yes, he did.  He still tried to claim no fault.  When he realized I had him backed into a corner and had proof that he was wrong, he just kind of grinned.

Small mental victory for me.  But a victory nonetheless.  He can now return to his Czar of Right position and I'll wait patiently for my next opportunity to dethrone him.

Floating along in the Sea of Wrong,
B