I swear, sometimes I think DH is actually full on amnesiac. Example: about a year ago, we argued about our trash cans. We have the massive curbside cans that are big enough to stuff a few dead bodies into. We only ever put 1 bag of trash in the trash can per week. I told him the gigantor can takes up a ton of room in our tiny side yard, it’s harder to wheel out, and I wanted to havethe trash company swap it out for their smallest size. He refused, saying we might someday need to fill it, despite the fact that that day has never existed. This week I had the trash company swap it out without talking to him. He said to me we should have done that a long time ago because the huge one takes up so much soace and we barely use 10% of its capacity. Cuckoo!