Mr. Popcorn Have You Seen My Car?

I have been married to Mr. Popcorn for a long, long, loooooooongggggggg time. Long time. Almost double the years we weren't married. Every thing I own, we own, we have, our kids have, our pets have, (2 dogs, 1 cat) blah blah blah...we bought. We paid for it. We worked hard for every stinkin' item. It's our inventory so to speak. However, I am the inventory control specialist of this outfit apparently. You know I love love love Mr. Popcorn because he's a great, sweet, precious, Godly, blue-eyed guy. Key word here is GUY. MAN. MALE. And in 27 years of bliss, I can only recall one or two times when I pose the question, "Hey babe, have you seen the ? ", that he answered, "Sure peaches, I just saw it...it's over there..." The answer is always, without even casting a concerned glance my way," Nooo, no ma'am I haven't seen it"...exit room. Honey, have you seen my keys, my brush, my watch, my cat, my ipod connector, the new box of lightbulbs we just bought five minutes ago, the 50 pack of water bottles, the checkbook (no, wait, he always knows that one bad example) the catfood, my tennis shoes, my workout bag, my cell phone, my ....blah-de blah-de blah....NO HE HAS NOT SEEN ANY OF IT. He can't find his stuff either, even when it is RIGHT THERE. He can come out of his closet and say, "That shirt you said I should wear isn't in there." I stomp to his closet, pull it out and say, "HERE IT IS it was right in front of your face!" We joke about it so much that our son will say "Mom, I can't find my so and so, will you go look in my closet, because..you know, I'm a man..." I bet if I asked Mr. Popcorn right now, this minute, "Honey, have you seen my car?" He'd say "No, no ma'am" and continue "checking the scores" on ESPN. I guess it's a man thang, ya gotta love 'em.