Hubby's getting old quicker than I am. Last night I was in the Sweat Shop when he came in and asked me if I'd like some dessert. "Uh huh," I said. Twenty minutes later, I remembered his offer and realized he'd never brought dessert. When I went out to see if he needed any help, I spotted his empty ice cream bowl right away. Turned out he didn't really hear what my answer was and thought I'd declined.
As I'm sure many of you have experienced, it's frustrating when a spouse has hearing problems! But at least I know that if I can wait long enough, we'll get to a point where my memory will be as bad as his hearing, and I'll have completely forgotten about dessert within a few minutes of him offering it. Funny how things seem to balance out sometimes, isn't it?