"Man" Memory

While we were at the Thompson Gala last night Mark and I had a conversation with another couple about how men can remember the score of the 1994 superbowl but can't recall what his wife just said 2 minutes ago. I call it "man memory" and I think I'm going to copyright it.

An example:

This morning I was feeding Jacob while Mark prepared his diaper bag. He needed to pack a fresh onesie, a bib, and diapers.

Me: Honey, when you get to the diapers we're nearly out, so you'll have to take them from that red package on top of the shelves.

Mark finds the onesies in the drawer, comments on how cute they all are. Finds a few bibs. Then says: Hey, where are the diapers? Are we out?

Me: Are you kidding me?

Mark: What?

Big sigh from me. He shrugs his shoulders like "what???"

Me: What was the score of the Boston/New York game last night?

Mark: 1-0. Jaba Chamerlain pitched a 100 pitch game in 7 innings and got the win.

I roll my eyes. He still doesn't get it.

Me: The diapers are on the top of the shelves. And yes, we're nearly out.