My husband confuses me. Whenever he hears a car drive down our road he asks if someone is here or he looks out the window to see if there is a car in our driveway. Yet whenever I go to Wal-Mart (every other mother humpin' day) he has NO IDEA when I've pulled in the driveway. I come to the door, my arms full of bags and struggle to open it but does he hear that? No. I get in the house, walk past him and am half way to the kitchen when he says "Oh, are there any more bags out there?" THE ANSWER IS YES. IT IS ALWAYS YES. YES YES YES. Then he ever so slowly starts moving so that he is finally standing as I am walking back in to the room to head back outside. He then looks at me like "uh, duh, do you still need me or are you just gonna do it so I can, uh, sit back down?" And then I punch him in the balls and finish carrying in the bags.