overhead in my backyard last night

the boy: "So how old is jetters (our black lab) going to be tomorrow?

me: "two...he'll be two years old tomorrow."

the boy: (putting his hand to his ear in that what did you just say manner) "so can i hear you say it?  casey? you were RIGHT?"

me: "whatever...you've put more years on me than i know what to do with."

the boy: (laughing as only the self-righteous can) "yeah...ok"

Backstory:  casey and i had a discussion just a few weeks ago on how old the dog is.  i stated very matter-of-factly that he was going to be THREE.  I truly and honestly thought the dog was going to be THREE.  Well turns out, he's only going to be TWO.  I told casey that i would look it up on his papers but turns out i really didn't have to.  i blogged about him joining our family HERE  last year.  Granted it was in September when we brought him home but his birthday is July 13th.

As it turns out, blogs are really good for proving to others what a collossal retard you are and that you're so consumed with day-to-day BS that you forget how old your dog is going to be.

So there you have it peeps....I WAS WRONG.  yes, you read it right....I WAS WRONG.

Enough admissions for today.  it's monday and i am soooo ready to BE HOME. (and i hate admitting i'm wrong - just ask anyone that knows me)

~h 

Comments

[Tracey]

My lovely DH has insisted since I met him that he's ALWAYS right, and why don't I just accept that and move on. I refuse. We may be occasionally sleep-deprived and overworked and make slight errors in judgment, but I refuse to believe I'm wrong as often as HE believes I'm wrong. It's a lie!!! Stand your ground, sister, I got your back!!! ;)