Fuel for my Fire

Ok so last Friday at around 5 am I heard the garbage truck behind my house, and I started to panic because I realized that I hadn't taken out the garbage. And I don't know about your house but at mine if I don't do it, it doesn't get done. So I run outside and take my first can out because we have two and I turn back to get the second one and it is nowhere to be found. So I run around the back yard to look for it, maybe Jason has taken it in back to clean up the yard, I know this is a LONG SHOT seems how that has never happened in 13 years of marriage, but I thought I would look anyways. So it's not there and then I have a flashback memory of a conversation that we had earlier in the week about saving money. And Jason mentioned that we could get rid of one of our garbage cans, I tell him that is NOT an option because we use both of them every week. So I go back inside and say to him ( don't forget that it is 5 am) "Jason, where is the other garbage can??" And he says "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you I had the city come get it". So I then totally freak out. "Whatever you didn't forget to tell me." I don't know if your husbands have this but it is called selective honesty. They pick what they want to tell us and leave out what they don't want to tell us. I then told him that I was glad he made that executive decision on his own. I cannot believe that he did that, after all the crap I have had to put up with for 13 years that he has done and brought here, and parked on my back lawn, this just adds fuel to my fire. I told him don't be surprised when something that you feel strongly about or you bring here comes up missing mysterioulsy.