Do you ever get that look?

You know, the one where you look like a deer in the headlights.

A couple of nights ago we were winding down for the night. Just having conversational chit chat with each other. Rowdy was wearing us both out. I was addressing Christmas cards or something equally exciting. My husband was building a fire in the fire place, which by the way is his latest obsession.

I looked up from my unexciting task at hand and said "Hey husband, Rowdy got you a really cute Christmas present this year. It's small but I think you'll like it."

I got that look followed by an immediate "Uuuhhh, hey, do you know where that list you wrote for me went?" He started looking around the room trying to look calm, but you can totally tell when a mans mind is a bit frantic.

I love my husband, and as much as I love him and respect him, I would never want to trade brains with him.

Today I am glad I am not a man. Especially my husband, whom I love to pieces.