Him: "Don't forget, I'm driving to Detroit on Saturday to go to a hockey game with Sweeney."
Me: "I wish *I* could drive four hours to hang out with Laura."
Him: (because I was just angrily mumbling) "What?"
Me: "NOTHING."

So then I did what anyone would do and totally forgot he'd be taking the car to drive to Detroit this morning. When I went to leave for work, I realized my iPod was still in the car. Anyone who also has a mega booty mix for working out to will realize what a damn tragedy this would be in terms of me actually getting on a treadmill later.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH OMG MY IPOD WAS IN THE CAR" was the first text I sent to him.

Then I put on my winter coat and reached in to the pocket to find my gloves, and low and behold, my iPod was in there.

"OMG MY IPOD WAS IN MY COAT POCKET DID YOU PUT IT THERE?!?"

I was totally prepared to respond "BEST HUSBAND EVARRRR" when he replied "Yes," except he replied "Nope." I totally don't remember unplugging my iPod from the car. But, as it turns out, my unconscious is the Best Husband Ever.