SH: What did you do with my drill bits?
Me: I thought I put them someplace logical.
SH: I left them on top of that box in the basement and now they're not there.
Me: After I used them, I could have sworn I put them someplace that made sense. They were in the way on that box.
SH: That's the problem. You put things away and I can't find them. I leave them out so they are easy to find.
SH: I found my drill bits.
Me: Where were they?
SH: In my toolbox.
SH, tearing through his vitamins and such that he keeps in the upstairs bathroom by his office: What did you do with my melatonin when you packed the apartment?
Me: I thought I put all your drugs in the same bin.
SH: What bin?
Me: The one beneath the bathroom sink down here.
SH: You and your bins. I can't find anything. [Tromps downstairs, grumping]
SH: Oh. Here it is. In the drug bin under the sink.