Well as most of you know, I have been busting my ass on the basement.  Well Ben and I agreed that we wouldn't show anyone it until we are done.  Tues. night he told me our neighbor was really hinting that she wanted to see it.  Well he went on and on about how he resisited temptation.

On Friday, I had a playdate here while the carpet was supposed to go down.  Well the carpet had to be delayed until Monday cause they had to use liquid nails to get the tacking down and that takes at least 24 hours to dry.  So I showed my one friend, Janna - who Ben does not really know very well.  And I fessed up and told him right after he left and I apologized.

Well today my neighbor came by to see how Kit's thumb was and we were chatting.  She then told me how she LOVES the basement.  I was like, "you saw it?"  
She said, "yeah." 

"Recently?" 

"Oh yes, with all the murals and foliage and everything," she replied.

So I texted Ben and he called right away.  He said he told me, but couldn't remember when.  He then said maybe I forgot.  Let me explain.  I have a memory, not like one elephant, but like a whole freaking heard of elephants.  I can tell you conversations, word for word, that happened YEARS ago.  I got thru school by listening to lectures and being able to take tests because I could replay the lecture in my head.  Then there is Ben, who can't remember what he ate for breakfast.

Then he tries to change the subject saying that he didn't know we had that deal.  Yeah, really?  Then why was it such a big deal that he resisted temptation to show her the first time?  And it's not like I haven't been talking about it all freaking week.  I am hardly the quiet one who does not express myself - especially when I am excited!

I know it is not that big of a deal and that they are other people to show it to, but this is my vision and my artwork.  And although he did the wall building, I did all the creative.  I came up with the whole design.  I feel like he unveiled my painting without me.  And these particular neighbors are nice, but are always showing off with what they buy.  I was really looking forward to showing off what I can do that can't be bought.  Does that make sense?

I am really hurt that he is so cavaliar about this.  Why do men have such a hard time saying I am sorry?  I love my husband very much, even when I am mad at him.  But boy do I want to smack him upside his head when he plays selective memory with me and refuses to apologize.  Grrrrrrr...



Unrelated....
Last night I was cuddling with Sam on the sofa.  She loves when I lightly tickle her feet, legs, belly and back.  Well after awhile she looks up at me and says, "time for bed mama."  So she gets up and then looks at me and says, "You too mama.  I am going to ticky your back."  She then takes my hand and we walk up the stairs.  AWWWWW.....