It Was Me.

While THGGM and I were calmly sitting in our den eating dinner, suddenly, a man burst into the room demanding to know what we had done with his cologne.

Nothing. We both replied. Why would we do anything with his cologne?

He accused. He KNEW where he had last seen it. He KNEW that he had not moved it.

THGGM replied again that he had not done anything with it.

I rolled my eyes back into my head as I looked at THGGM.

Youngest Son was SURE that I had to have done something with it.

I was equally sure that I hadn't.

Surely I would remember if I had.

Surely.

Not.

When THGGM turned on the furnace last night, I reminded him that it would behoove us to close the opened windows.

He did.

The bathroom window was held up with Youngest Son's cologne bottle.

Yah, I did that.

I remember now.

Oops.