Miscommunication

Do you all remember the "NOT HOT GLUE" incident?

The one where I sent Jeff to the store with a list of groceries including special instructions that we needed "Glue Sticks - NOT HOT GLUE."

He interpreted my note as HOT HOT glue sticks, and although he thought it was weird, he figured he just didn't know the different levels of hot glue.

Because that makes a ton of sense.

Well, today we topped that story with our inability to communicate.

Last week, I re-did the pictures in my office and brought home about 100 pictures - some old and some new. I had them in the front seat of my car. This morning, I attempted to clean out the car before we went out for breakfast.

I placed the pictures on top of our trash dumpster next to the back door.

The same place, for the record, that we often put sippy cups, school bags, mail, and other Non Trash Items when we are cleaning out the car but too lazy to walk inside.

In that moment, Jeff and I happened to be crossing paths, and so, to eliminate any confusion, I said, "I am setting these here, but they are Not Trash." I then turned around and proceeded to get in the car.

What Jeff heard: "TRASH!"

Hours later I asked where the pictures were, and he looked at me like I had two heads.

Lisa: You know, the ones I sat on the dumpster when I was cleaning out the car.

Jeff: I threw them away, like you told me to.

Lisa: You are joking me, right?
Jeff: You sat them on the trash can and said TRASH.

Lisa: WHY ON EARTH would I throw 100 pictures of our kids away?

Jeff: I don't know. I wondered that. But why did you set them on the trash can with the word TRASH anywhere in your sentence?

**Poor Jeff only had to dig through a bag or two of old diapers, jalepeno seeds and other gross garbage before he found the missing pictures.