Scene: The front porch. Handsome Hubby is getting ready to leave for work. We briefly touch on some of the things we need to do/buy/pack for our upcoming camping trip.
Me: “I need to pick up a couple of things at Kohl’s… like a rash guard for Grant, etc.”
HH: “You already bought a rash guard for Grant at Kohl’s, remember?” (Like 3 weeks ago…)
Me: “Oh! You’re right! I forgot. It’s still in the bag.”
HH: “Wow. Your Auto-Pilot only flies in circles, doesn’t he?”