He’s the “finder” and I’m the one who stares at the cabinet for extended lengths of time, totally frustrated that I can’t find the raisins that he will later reveal are right in front of my face.
Just the other day, Mike left to pack up the car and told me to meet him downstairs with the kids in 10 minutes. In that 10 minutes, I freaked out because I couldn’t find my phone and to make matters worse, I couldn’t call Mike to ask him where my phone was. You know who found it? Mazzy.
Please tell me that I am not the only woman afflicted with male pattern blindness?
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