Why Do I Always Have to be the Guy?

In this relationship! So we moved one television into the basement for our nanny who will never arrive and the other into the newly renovated family room. Al the Man was sure he unhooked and marked all the cables properly. He was sure! So he sets up the cable box, dvd and stereo and what do we get? A simulcast of the local radio station and whatever we happen to be watching on television. Oooohhhhhhh! Suffering succotash as Camakazie might say.

So I say:

"Are you sure you hooked up every thing the same way?"

"YEAH I'M SURE!"

"Can you check?"

"I can check but I'm sure it's the same." snark, snark.

"Well if it's the same, why are we watching Dave and listening to the Storm game at the same time?"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

So he gets up, looks at it scratches his ... head, looks puzzled.

So I say:

"Can I check?"

"Yeah, but I did it right."

"Okay, I'll just have a look, are you sure these cables are supposed to be plugged into the television and not the cable box?"

"But I didn't unplug every thing."

"Are you sure? Just let me check."

Oh hail to the Queen!

Update: Okay, Me, Miss Smarty Pants went to turn off the television last night and well um ... the stereo kept playing. So I don't know every thing. Gasp!