30 April 2009
So I figured I would make things easier for TheHusband, during his travels. He has come out to the Left Coast for a few days. I didn't want to carry the clothes I'd be wearing for the second half of this week, so I packed them carefully in a packing cube, chucked it into his suitcase (along with his brand-spanking-new raincoat), and told him that it was in there. He arrived in Seattle this afternoon, and when I said something about my clothes, he looked totally blankly at me. He then said that he thought that the packing cube was some stuff from a prior trip that I had forgotten to take out, so he didn't bring it. And he literally has no idea where the raincoat was. Or memory of the conversation last Friday. Grrrrr. So now I am out of clean clothes and somewhat annoyed.