“Do you have any pencils?” my hubby asks me in a hurried voice. We were working on more bathroom projects this weekend, and he always loses his pencil. If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a thousand times…
“Ugh. WHAT have I always said?” I say, trying to contain my eye-roll.
“Aaaargh! That’s so annoying,” he mutters, as he stomps out of my office.
“What have I always told you?” I call after him. “I…WILL…NEVER…HAVE…ANY…PENCILS…IN…HERE, no matter how many times you ask me.”
“I know, but I keep hoping.”
Maybe I should hide them all in here, just to mess with him? 
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I think by checking in your office he’s willing you to go and “find” him a pencil. Ha,ha.