Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garbage. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2009

Why...

does my husband feel the need to move my stuff!

I was doing laundry yesterday, and I emptied my jeans pocket in the closet. I took out a receipt from lunch, and my access card to my office (looks like a credit card). I set these on the dresser in the closet.

This morning, I went to the dresser to retrieve my access card, and it was gone. I generally spend at least 10 minutes in the morning trying to remember where I put things, or what I was supposed to take to work...etc, so this did not surprise me.

I tell my dear husband that I cannot find my access card and that it was on the dresser with a receipt, and ask him if he could please help me find it.

Then I get "the look". The "uh-oh, I just realized that I did something Michelle isn't going to like and she has discovered it" look.

Jeff: "Um...I threw that away yesterday"
Me: "Why would you do that"
Jeff: "Because I knew it was trash"
Me: "It wasn't trash, that is the way that I get into my office!!!!"
Jeff: "I figured it was from that place you went to the other day"
Me: "What place? What are you talking about?"
Jeff: "Um...that place...um...I think it's still in the blue garbage can outside..."

Then he went out and fished it from the garbage can for me, which I appreciate.

He is going to make me crazy at a young age if he keeps doing this stuff. If he hadn't been home, I would have looked for who knows how long for that thing! I have already lost two, and I couldn't figure out where they had gone - I am pretty sure that I know now....