Ben, like most men, is terrible at finding things. I have been enjoying back posts of Hyperbole and a Half over the holiday. There was one in particular that was JUST LIKE US and I filed it away for future sharing. It came into use faster than I expected.
When Ben announced he was going to water Brian's lemon tree and check on Zoe the cat, I asked if he had the key. Not yet, he said. I watched him look in the tiny basket by the door. I watched him look in the basket on the bureau. Then he looked at me and shrugged "I can't find it." I shrugged. He stared at me. I let out a major sigh, put my laptop on the couch, and dug the keys out the basket on the bureau in, like, 4 seconds. But before I let him have them I picked up my computer and retrieved this comic:
He called me snarky and snatched the keys off the couch. I chased him to the door and demanded he also see this part:
He said I was being super snarky and left. I settled back on the couch with my smugness, sure that I had taught Ben an important life lesson about looking harder for things.
Later this morning, Ben im'ed a link to me and demanded instant viewing of said link:
PS Ben will probably berate me for the style I chose to post H and H's comic.
PPS Why am I bald?