Freddy: When I get out of the shower remind me to get the work phone out of my truck . (He was on call last night).
Me: I'll go get it.
Noticing the 5 or 6 empty water bottles and Gatorade bottles on his floor board, I grabbed them and threw them in the recycle bin. Good wife!
An hour or so later:
Freddy: Where did you put the work phone?
Me: On the counter.
Freddy: It's not there.
Me: On the table?
Freddy: Not there either.
Me: In the bedroom?
Freddy grabs his keys and heads to the truck.
Me: It's not out there! I know I brought it in.
As Freddy is looking through his truck, I have an idea. I lift the lid on the recycle bin and there is the cell phone among the papers and plastic bottles.