To forget is my husband

Tell me how irritating do you find to have someone make you look for his things every single day.  Well, am asking because I have no idea at all. Its been just 13 days I have been married to him, so you can blame it on that. One morning I find him opening and closing all the doors around the house, peeping behind each of them in between, looking for his belt that he hung somewhere last night, somewhere he can't remember. And he looked so cute that I fall in love in love with him all over again. Another morning I find him ransacking the cupboards because he couldn't remember where in the hell he kept his wallet, which is actually happily lying in his jeans pocket. And his little boy lost look makes me fall for him yet again. And trust me I would give anything to see his oh so dimple full smile when he actually remembers where did he keep his stuff last night. Call it whatever, but this makes my husband a full time job for me. And somehow I am enjoying each moment of it. Now one of these days while we are still setting up our house, my dear forgetful husband went shopping for some kitchen utensils with a list that I gave him. He called me up asking about one I forgot mentioning in the list. I was too happy and proud on his considerate memory. After an hour he came back happily laden with baggage of utensils. And when I started to go through it, guess what I found. yes! he forgot bringing the one utensil he reminded me of. And I hugged him and laughed and laughed and laughed. Yeah I know, sounds crazy. Usually it is a point where women never backs out from screaming or at least pointing out the mistake. And here I was falling for him all over again. I can go on and on and on about this story, for my husband is a cute case of forgetfulness and me a hopeless case of love stuck woman. But for now I guess I will let it be or my husband is never going to forget this.

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