This is what happened about three days

...ago at my house - My husband had just gotten some highly anticipated CDs from one of those CD clubs. He unwrapped each one and left the trash on the counter beside the CDs. When he went upstairs to change into shorts, I picked up the trash he had left & took it to the trash can that, of course, was brimming over. Before I took the trash out, I picked up his new CDs and set them right beside the box of trash bags. When I came back inside, he demanded to know what I had done to his beloved CDs (I've been known to do this kind of thing before). I said, "You'll NEVER find them. I put them next to the box of trash bags." Now, let me tell you, I honestly thought he knew where the trash bags were kept. I was just making a point. Do you know he looked over the stove?! I've never kept them over the stove. And he said, "You moved them!". Uh, no. Then he looked under the sink. Wrong again. Then he tickled me so hard I had to tell him in gasps, "In the laundry room - on the shelf.". That'll teach him - I thought. I've taken out the trash twice since then.