To be accused of something...

To all of those who know Ben, even a little, know that he never gets mad. So when I was down stairs switching laundry over and he comes down and askes me with a bit of annoyance in his voice if I am trying to drive him crazy? I almost laughed. I had no idea what I had done, though I'm sure I do lots of things that annoy him and he's just scared to confess. I innocently asked what he was talking about. He was looking for the cord to hook up our camera to the computer to download the pictures. (we have a box with all the cords and backup files on CD right on the processor, it's been there for years, thought he knew) I told him where the cord could be found. Happy Ben. Then he was looking for something else that he had stashed under his dresser (waiting to be sold on Ebay...we have lots of those :) It was bugging me under there because I could see it and I put it in his drawer. Outta sight, but close so if he looked he could find it. I wasn't trying to hide it from him, just trying to keep our house looking uncluttered. So to be accused of something like putting things away, that isn't so bad, but hopefully he doesn't go in the garage for a while looking for "something", as I cleaned that out really good a few weeks back!