So of course, when I go back in the office, DH has moved most of my papers (bills, important papers, things I gotta do) off the desk and into a cubby hole, but I say nothing, just remind myself that I have a lot of filing to do. 5 minutes later, he asks me if I saw a plain white envelope – apparently it contained his paycheque! In his cleaning frenzy, he misplaced it so he quietly (sheepishly) had to look sort through a large bag of mostly shredded paper and envelopes looking for it. Once I put the baby down to sleep, I started going through my brutally pushed aside pile of papers. Guess what I found. Yep, his paycheque. You’re welcome….. ass.