Don't doubt the memory

Two important things to know about me: First, I have a freakishly good memory. Phone numbers, important dates, and lots of weird facts that no one in their right mind would remember.

Second, I love being right.

Yesterday, I found two $10 bills in my diaper bag. That, in and of itself, would be a banner headline, but there's more to the story. A was about to head to the store and so I tossed the money onto the couch where he was sitting and told him to use the cash.

Thirty minutes later, he's back and I ask, "Did you use the cash?"

"You never gave me the cash."

"Of course I did. I tossed it on the couch right next to you."

Thus began quite the conversation and search for the money. We looked on the couch, under the couch, and in between the couch cushions. I checked my pockets; he checked his pockets. We really looked everywhere.

He kept insisting that I had never given him the money, and said I must have done something else with it. "Maybe you put it in your wallet." "Did you leave it on your desk?" But I knew I had given it to him. I could even picture myself tossing the money to him.

Still, he would not believe.

Then, I remembered that he had been wearing his pajama pants before he went to the store. I ran upstairs to our bedroom... and lo and behold, the money was in his pants pocket. Oh boy—that was quite the "I'm right and you're wrong" dance that I did in the kitchen.

Don't ever doubt the memory.