I woke up early the other morning with a headache.
I looked in a few intuitive places (my toiletry basket, the medicine cabinet, the linen closet) for some Aleve...
No luck. So I talked myself into waking my sleeping husband to ask him where it was.
"Dan, where's the pain reliever?"
(without missing a beat) "By Roxxi."
You've seen Roxxi. If your memory is escaping you, here's a photo:
So I go back out of our room, into the living room — near where Roxxi sleeps. I have no idea why Aleve would be "by Roxxi," but I keep looking (on the built in cabinets, the mantle, the coffee table). Still no luck.
I go back to husband.
"Dan, I hate to ask you this, but can you show me where the bottle of medicine is?"
He gets up and walks directly to it:
Oh, stupid me! I should have known he was referring to the ceramic Rottweiler that's temporarily hanging out in the kitchen.