Another comment involving the inability of men to find anything.  Which explains why they’re always grabbing their crotch:  The paralyzing fear it’s gonna disappear like everything else they can’t find!

“Last evening we did a bonfire and I could see my hubs was cold. He has one of those flapping ear things on one hat, but claims he couldn’t find it. I asked if he looked, which is akin to asking for world peace I know. He claims he did. Later we are hanging chatting and I can still see he’s cold and I ask again, if he actually ‘looked.’ He claims he did, I am thinking this went on a few times. I suddenly had this mental image of the guy standing in front of the refrigerator asking if there’s butter, when the entire thing is lined with butter. So, seeing as I love this man and realize at this moment even if he has looked FOR HIS OWN HAT mind you, that it’s prolly sitting right there. I get up, walk inside and turn on a light by the hallway coat closet and low and behold, it’s like the only fucking thing on the shelf! It sometimes scares me that things are that simple, yet a man simply doesn’t have the skills to find it. Oh and men run this country.  Scary shit there!”

So there you have it – chime in with your own war stories.