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I Will Never Understand My Husband

I am chronically forgetful. Really, it’s become something of a joke around here. I seriously can’t even remember to shut the cupboard door after I go get a glass. Yeah, it’s that bad. It also drives Bil positively insane. Especially as he walks around the kitchen after me closing cupboard doors.

I’ve also been known to call Bil at work sobbing after turning the house upside down because I couldn’t find my truck keys. (He’s since gotten a spare set for the many times when I can’t find mine)

Bil on the other hand, although he thrives on chaos, usually has a good idea of where everything is. He’s not prone to losing things. And if things do go missing, it’s usually because Vista has taken it and walked off with it.

men I Will Never Understand My HusbandSo when he asked me after work today if I had seen his work pants from Friday (his swipe key to get into his building was in the pocket of them), I was surprised. I guess he had looked for them this morning to grab his swipe key, but they were nowhere to be found. So, after dinner, I helped him search… everywhere. We looked under the bed, in our bathroom, in the spare bedroom, in the dirty laundry, in the clean laundry, in the living room. Hell, we even checked the kitchen. No pants. WTF? So I went into the main bathroom (as he uses that one to get ready for work quite often). Nope didn’t see them.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I pulled back the shower curtain on bathtub. Silly I know, because there’s no way they’d be there. Except there they were. In the bathtub. Because really, where else would they be?

Bil launched into a 15 minute explanation of why he had put his work pants in the bathtub. No they weren’t wet, dirty, or otherwise deserving of being in there. I’m still not quite clear on why they were there. Something about not leaving them in the living room. Why they wouldn’t be in the bedroom, I’m not sure, but lets go with that.

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