What I said (paraphrased for brevity’s sake): Make sure you put in your request for vacation the week of the 9th. We’ll leave for the Black Hills the day after my birthday and I figure we can drive back on Thursday. That will give me a day to make sure things are ready for Aitch’s party on the 14th since you said you were racing on the Sunday.”
What he heard: Vacation….birthday….racing.
What he said (a few days later): “Hey, I got the week of the 16th off since that is after Aitch’s party.”
My poor, dear, husband. How in the world did he think that was a logical thing to do?
Oh, yes, I know. He’s ADHD, too.