The Unspoken Rule

In our house we seem to have this unspoken rule that states that anything missing is my fault. If Brandon can't find the whisk it is because I put it somewhere different (even though I always put it in the same place). This rule has applied to everything from batteries to the remote, even Brandon's socks. Apparently I am the only one who touches ANYTHING therefore if it is not where someone remembers seeing it I must have done something with it. I have learned to just search until I have found the item in question and shrug it off. But the latest offense was a bit too much and needed to be documented :) Sorry Honey...

Our camera has been missing for MONTHS. The last place I remember seeing it was in our hall closet on the shelf (we live in an older house that has one of those cool built-ins with tons of storage and drawers). Brandon insisted that that is the last place he saw it and that I must have done something with it. Granted I am not the most organized person but no matter how cluttered the house is I always seem to know where things are. It is just a gift I was born with. Organized chaos is what I like to call it. With Kai's Birthday quickly approaching (today in fact) I began the frantic search for the camera. I tore the whole house apart but no camera anywhere. I actually started to believe Brandon and thought that maybe I lost it somewhere. For a split moment I caved but only for a moment. I quickly snapped out of it and decided that there was a simple solution. I MUST find the camera and once I do we will know once and for all who was the one at fault. All I needed to do was find that freaking camera! I had to clear my name. With a new found determination I looked everywhere I could think of. I looked in the laundry room, the guest bedroom, even my craft box. Just about the time I was thinking of giving up I decided to look under our bed one more time. As I pulled Brandon's heli-pack out of the way I thought what the hell... I haven't looked there yet. And what do you know! There in the front pocket was the camera. With an evil grin I looked at the last pictures taken. First I was ecstatic to discover that the last pictures on the card were of Brandon and his sister and dad snowboarding in Seattle. Then I was horrified to think that our camera has been missing since Christmas! Clearly we need to listen to all the family complaining that we don't take enough pictures of Kai.

Although I am sure Brandon will try to find a way to pin this one on me (I must have put it in there when we were packing) I will proudly claim this victory and rub it in his face every chance I get.