"Where in the hells is it?" Gale mutters with frustration, your husband didn't wake up on the right side of the bed this morning — you haven't even gotten up and Gale is always turning the place upside down looking for his precious book. "I can't believe I misplaced it." He huffs to himself, clearly feeling the weight of consequences falling on him, he shouldn't be so careless.

It became mundane since you two started living together, in the end you always end up finding his things for him.