My husband yelled from the bathroom, “Where are the towels?!”
I yelled back, “In the exact same place they’ve been since 2012!”
“Well, they moved,” he insisted.
I stormed in and pointed right at them: third shelf, left side, clearly labeled ‘Towels’.
He blinked, grabbed one, and muttered the most husband thing ever: “Maybe if you kept things where I expect them in my head, I wouldn’t get confused.”
Now, I’m planning to label the fridge: “No, the ketchup is not hiding. You are just blind.”
