Battle of the Sexes

The following is a case of he vs. she, Billie Jean vs. Bobby, Marylin vs. Miles (a personal fav - I highly recommend), Venus vs. Mars... Whitney vs. Justin. And I'm asking you to weigh in...

His story (written by me, but unbiased of course):

Justin came home early to stain the new part of our fence.

He had previously purchased 5 gallons of stain and filled a sprayer to take out to the yard, leaving the rest of stain in the garage.

Justin had been working on this during the time I came home from working late and then came out see me parked in the garage.

If you haven't put the two together yet... 

The remaining stain was in the garage. 

I parked in the garage...

And this is after we (Justin) cleaned it up.

Justin's ground: I should have looked before parking.

I told you I was unbiased...

Her story (aka the right version):

I came home late from work hoping to have missed the fence stain project (not really but it if you're going to have to work late you can't ask for a better side benefit).

I pull into the garage. I park my car. I get out.

Justin:  "did you hit that can of stain?"

Me: "uh what can??"

Pull my car back and...

Ok - yes same picture but in case you needed a refresher of the disaster that is my garage floor.

To more accurately paint a picture, here's what I see when I pull into our garage (I held the camera up to my line of sight so pictures would be as accurate as possible):

This series actually works against me as the light was NOT on on when I pulled in the night of "Stain Gate"

Did you see the stain? The bucket was there. Nope… didn’t think so.

My ground:

1. Why weren't you done staining??
2. I literally talked to him 30 minutes earlier - how about a heads up that there's a gallon of open stain in the place I park my car?
3. As evidenced above, there's no way I would have seen it.

So you be the judge - who is right? Now don't let me sway your vote but I should note that Justin lied and told me it was almost the entire 5 gal to see how bad he could make me feel - followed by hours (and days) of taunting and no beer for me to tolerate it - just so you have all the facts...