So Mar Dub and I have been fighting over 50 cents for the last 2 days. We were couch fishing for some long lost items and I found 2 quarters.
She wanted them, but I told her I found them and they were mine. I put my treasure on the kitchen counter where she promptly "found" them and proclaimed Finders Keepers.
This morning I go into her bathroom to pick up clothes and lo and behold there are the 2 quarters in her pocket where I "found" them. I scream, I yell, I do the happy dance and Big Chocolate is like WTF. He so doesn't get it.
Then I put the darned things on the counter again not realizing I was going to be stuck at the office and she was going to beat me home and surely refind them.
Oh well, I lay pretty good odds of recovery when they go back in her pocket.