So, let me set the scene:
It's the weekend. Early afternoon. I have just stepped out of the shower and realized that I left my robe in our bedroom. I call for Steve's assistance. He is in the living room. Ahem.
Me: Steeeeeve! Can you get my robe? I left it on the foot of our bed.
(returns with robe. Meanwhile, I am in wet towel, freezing my butt off. He begins to hand me the robe, then hesitates and pulls back)
Steve: Oh wait. I forgot. The dog peed on your robe.
Steve: Yeah, I forgot tell you. Meeko peed on your robe yesterday.
Me: You do realize that I wore this robe all morning and you saw me wearing it.
Me: And you didn't tell me that the dog peed on it yesterday?
Steve: Sorry! I forgot!
Me: I can't believe you didn't tell me that Meeko peed on my robe and I wore a pee-stained robe all morning!
Steve: You can't expect so much from me. Your expectations of me are way too high.
Me: On what planet is trusting your husband to tell you if the dog peed on the robe you are wearing too high of an expectation?
Steve: Well, I can't remember everything.
He was serious.
And he wonders why I sigh heavily all the time.
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