I TOLD YOU SO!

That has to be one of my least favorite phrases. I mean REALLY least favorite!

Not only does it mean that I was wrong, which really ticks me off, but it also means that someone else knows I was wrong and told me I was wrong before I was wrong and I went ahead and screwed up anyway.

My only, and it is pitifully small consolation on this, is that I personally didn't actually commit the act. Sort of... more or less. I did choose the dog. I was offered a choice of two. Understand here.... not "would you like one of these two" but rather "you're getting one, which one do you want?" I think that was called "Hobson's choice."

Oh, did I forget to tell you... I Got A Dog!

Being wrong not being my favorite state... and one actually almost totally unfamiliar to me, (really!) I am not accustomed to it. Being wrong really sucks. Especially when, as I said, someone else knows about it. It's downright embarrassing. Not a nice feeling.

ah... hmmmm.... yeah, I forgot... always that 'someone' that knows when I am wrong. Generally there is no sound of thunder, lightning bolt and a huge voice saying "I TOLD YOU SO!" There is that on the bright side.

On the down side... I generally seem to eventually work out that I was wrong. It's that rearview mirror thing. Something sparks a thought (I do have them!) and Shazzam... you get the thought... "oh crap... I really shouldn't have done that! That was soooo wrong. Hope no one caught that!.... which, in my pitiful case is usually followed by the thought... "ahhh....... yeah, YOU caught that." Oh well, one more thing to ask forgiveness for. My list is not exactly short at times.

I got a dog... damn!

I needed a dog despite my protestations... double damn!!

I really hate being wrong. It's sure a good thing the dog doesn't hold my previous attitude against me. He loves me, and right now is trying to hide under a towel and play Casper the Ghost.

He loves me.... wow.

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