The H-B has been bumbling around for a few days grumbling because he cannot find his winter scarf. It was there one moment and gone the next and he doesn't know where he put it. It's not in his car. It's not in my car. It's not at his mom's condo. It's lost.
After a few days of this, I spoke up (well, the fun was gone for me so I had to move on)
"Would you like me to make you a scarf?" (While thinking - you have a wife who knits, you could have had a scarf an hour after you lost the first one.)
"Did you make the last one?" (Hmmm, couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but I think not, just surly.)
"No, but does it matter? Do you think it was lost because it might or might not have been homemade?" (Definately sarcastic)
"No." (Grumble, grumble. Open closet door for the umpteenth time, close closet door with no scarf)
"So, would you like me to make you a scarf?'
"Yeah, why not?'
"Would you like another black one?"
"I will check and see what black yarn I have in my stash."
"There's some in that box."
That box? "You mean in the box of yarn you're making me give away? I'm pretty sure I have more black yarn that won't turn me into a false advertiser. Would you like a scarf or a cowl?"
Man, how I wish I didn't have those other skeins of black yarn in the upstairs stash. I could have turned that into a legitimate reason to shop.