That, my friends, is the sweet sight of vindication.
Let me rewind a bit. Anna and the boys were coming over the day before Thanksgiving. Shortly before they were to arrive, Wayne insisted that we go to the store. He grabbed my Tahoe keys (I keep my keys for each car on separate keyrings) and we were on our way.
Thanksgiving day we were rushing around the house getting everything together (and forgetting the ham). As we left I couldn't find my keys. Since I misplace my keys frequently Wayne told me to look in my purse and we left.
That night I tore the house and my purse apart looking for my keys because I was leaving at 4a to go Black Friday shopping. I didn't find them.
For a while we just kept Wayne's Tahoe keys separate. Which worked just fine for me, but every time Wayne drove it he put the keys back on his ring. If I had to go anywhere I had to wake up (at 4a) to tell him to leave the keys before he left for work.
Three times he has left me with no keys. I don't leave the house a whole lot and that's fine with me. But each time I had no keys were days that I actually had somewhere to go. And that made. me. mad.
I have looked everywhere for those stupid keys. We finally had extra keys made. Wayne kept telling me that he had nothing to do with them. He even went as far as to say that he's sure I will probably find them in my purse if I would just look. And that made. me. mad.
Tonight Wayne convinced me to go to the store as long as he went with me. He got in the closet to get a coat he hadn't worn in a while and said "Oh, there they are".
I turned around and he had the keys in his hand. I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure I said something very gracious like "I told you so, I told you so, I told you so!"
Then he said "when did you wear my coat?".
And that made. me. mad.
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