He Found It

My husband found my cell phone.  Are you kidding me?  This is the man that stands in front of the fridge for twenty minutes looking for the mustard.  The mustard in the bright yellow container that is impossible to miss.  This man will then come ask me where the mustard is.  I'll sarcastically snap back and say that it's in the shower.  After he looks in the shower, kidding, I will tell him it's in the fridge and to look harder.  He will go back and stand in front of the fridge and stare blankly into space.  I will go over to the fridge mumbling about his inability to find anything, and grab the mustard from the shelf.  Then I will call him some kind of name and slam the fridge.

This same theory goes for clothing, children's items, pens, and anything else that is staring him in the face while he is searching.  How I love my husband, really I do. 

I swear the only reason he found it was because he was searching behind my back in order to make me look like the irresponsible one who can't find anything.  How annoying.  He found the phone under the laundry basket in my room.  Or did he?  I think one of the kids brought it to him and he planted it there only to reveal to me that he is my hero. 

I can't wait until he is looking for something again or asks where the toilet paper is.  Which by the way is in the same place it has been since we got married, the linen closet.