I have a hard time saying, "I'm sorry." Really hard. Come on, y'all, who wants to admit they're wrong? Not me.
I've developed a habit of offering a sheepish grin and a, "Do you want to be friends again?" to Sean after an argument. Rarely do I have to dig down deep for an actual apology because he mostly lets me get away with this.
But last night I messed up. We were cleaning up and putting away clothes and stuff, when Sean yelled up front to me, "Hey, Steph, have you seen my ties? I can't find them." Because he is always asking me where things are (his razor, this paper, that random thing), I was kind of annoyed. Like, "How should I know?" annoyed. So I kind of snapped back ever so slightly that I wouldn't have any idea where his ties are because I have no use for them.
Then I remembered. I had taken all of his ties and put them in a bag to take shopping so my mom and sister could help me match up shirts. Oops.
I had to say I was sorry. For reals. It went a little something like this.
"Hey, um, I, uh, I need to apologize to you. Because, um....
Itookyourtiesandputtheminabagtotakeshoppingandmatchthemupwithdressshirts.Okay?So,I'msorry."
And if you know me, you know I said it that fast too. And since last night, I've been listening to Sean replay the conversation for me, only I think he's way over-embellishing my snottiness.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Hate When That Happens
Posted by Stephanie at 6:42 PM
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Heinz misplaces stuff all the time. I keep joking that I'm going to get GPS trackers for all his stuff, but I'm seriously going to do it sometime.
It's not fun being wrong! I avoid it at all costs.
Hmm, never really happens to me.
She actually said "HOW WOULD I KNOW WHERE YOUR STUPID TIES ARE? YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DROPPED THEM IN YOUR CLOSET EVERYWHERE." She did this very loudly.
Liar! I never called the ties "stupid!"
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