Being Right

In my house it is rare for me to win an argument. Yesterday Terry and I had an argument. It was a stupid, petty argument, but an argument nonetheless. Terry found a random Popsicle stick in the living room. We don't eat a lot of Popsicles in our house, but here was one lone stick in the middle of the floor. Terry was like 'what the heck?'. I remembered that a couple of weeks ago he had eaten a Popsicle, so I told him that. He did not believe me. We proceeded to argue about this for 10 minutes or so. I figured out the the stick must have fallen beneath the couch and had gotten pulled out when Riley was looking for something that morning. Terry thought I was making this all up. I finally said I am going to start writing down and video taping everything you do so I can prove to you that I am right. Then we both remembered that Terry has been doing weight watchers and, in fact, tracks everything that he eats. He went back through his food for a couple of weeks a found that he had eaten a Popsicle exactly when I said he had. I was finally right! However, instead of feeling vindicated and happy for being right I was mad. I'm not sure why. I still have some self-reflection to do, I think.

Terry and I made up though, and spent a great day today cheering on the Packers to their victory in the Super Bowl (more on that tomorrow). Here's a picture of us from last fall (it really has no significance, but I think it's a cute picture).