For the past 2 weeks straight I have been begging Brennan to bring his T4 slip home from work. Tonight– after several back and forth text reminders to him at work, multiple phone calls, two sit-down chats and a virtual yelling match:
Me: Did you get your T4 slip yet?
Brennan: Yes! Wait here and I will bring it right to you.
He goes downstairs while I victory dance at the top. 60 seconds later, he climbs back upstairs, blaring Bose bluetooth speaker in hand. It was Zeppelin–so clearly I have done some things right. He puts the bluetooth on the kitchen counter and starts to make dinner (which I am not at all complaining about). Two beats pass.
Me: Where is it?
Brennan: Where’s what?
I stare incredulously into his eyes and we both simultaneously facepalm.