Today, after a small bowl, I did some cooking. We did Thanksgiving Feast early since mom is going on a trip tomorrow. Well, as I was putting away the stuffing, my wife told me to use a specific bowl. I look around. I find pans, plates, cups, no bowls. I stayed to get exasperated since she kept telling me to just use the bowl and I couldn’t find it. Finally she says “look down, dipshit” and the bowl I was holding (and had been holding the entire time) was already half full of stuffing.

It felt like looking for my glasses when I was already wearing them.