I handed Good Man a bag of shredded cheese. “Do you see any mold?”
“I only see beautiful footsteps.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
He shrugged before putting some cheese in his mouth. “I don’t either.”
When I can’t find anything in the house, I call for Good Man. “Honey! I can’t find…”
A few days ago, I couldn’t find my watch anywhere in the house. I searched near the computer, in the bathroom, on my nightstand. He was out of town. Finally, I emailed him. “Did you take my watch with you by accident?”
He wrote back, “I think that it will be on right side of sink in toilet inside orange bag that you put your cosmetic stuff.”
It was there!
My husband has maaaaaaagical skills.