FDH was cleaning out our deep freeze, and pulled out some pork chops from the very bottom. He said, "Ooooh, remember when you made these and they were so good? You should do that again." I stared at him...okay probably glared at him. I said "I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life made pork chops. I don't like them, therefore I would NEVER EVER EVER make them, much less BUY them."

He actually argued with me about it, saying that he remembers it....I'm like ABSOLUTELY NOT! They are obviously from when BM lived here with you. Finally he looks at the date...yup they were 2008! We met in 2009. This all happened like last summer.

Yesterday, I asked FDH if I could throw away this old down-filled mattress cover thing that's been just taking up space in a closet. We don't use it because A) I didn't want to use something that was most likely BM's on their shared BED, I don't like them, C) we have kids who are in our bed sometimes and spill things, and they're supposed to be dry cleaned.

While we were stuffing it into a garbage bag, he said, "I can't believe you wanted this so bad and now you're just throwing it away." I was like, EXCUSE ME??? I WANTED THIS? HeLL NO!

So he proceeds to basically argue with me that I wanted it so bad and asked him if we could buy it and he agreed and then I haven't even used it in forever. I'm like NO! I DID NOT buy this thing, because I WOULDN'T buy one...they are expensive, I think they're lumpy, and hard to take care of. He goes, "This thing IS NOT more than 3 years old...." and I'm like you bet your butt it is! He said, "Well why would BM take her bed/mattress but not take this when she moved out?" and I said "Maybe because you were left with essentially an air mattress (crappy knock off sleep number bed) so she let you keep it." He was quiet....so I must have triggered a memory.

ARGGG!! So Why do men have such horrible concept of time!??