Why can't men just look themselves

I just walk in the door and I'm going through mail, looking at the disaster of a mess Ian and Mackenna have mustered themselves to create in the the hour they have been together before I get home and questions start flying... 

Ian: "Have you seen the T.V. Remote?"

Me: I instantly say "No!" , "I just got home!"

Ian: "You had it last this morning I'm sure."

Me: "It's not my fault you are a man and don't know how to Farking look for anything on your own." 

** He looks around **

I pause for a minute and then get irritated....

Me: "It's on the freaking table in front the TV, it's good thing you were looking hard, I hope you didn't break a sweat."

This happens all the time in our house. I think someone seriously screwed up when creating man and their inability to find or search for things. I mean us woman we find everything not because we are freaks of nature and we know everything, we actually look. Maybe if men tried this they could find their own shit. I mean why do I always have to find your crap for you all the time. Now, he just asks me without looking because he knows that I will find it. Which is awesome for me.. not! 

What would men do without us? I mean seriously.

Out with the Old in with the New

Finally, after 5 years together we finally got a new couch. I guess I've always thought of other things to spend money on rather then getting a new couch. Like TV, Cars, Ipods, whatever I can get my little hands on. Luckily, Ian's parents gave us some cash flow for a couch for Christmas. Sweet! Guess how much we scored our new sectional for..... $500 bucks! Woot. What a score. 

The old UN matching ugliness. 

The old unmatching couches. 

Ian trying to figure out how to finish it.

Tada! Here is the new addition to the Wright Family

Love, Love it. Love the color.

and... one more view.

I'm so happy to have a new couch and a sectional with a chaise lounge. Now Ian and I have a new argument every night. Who get's to sit on the chaise lounge end. God help us.