Remember Skiing?

We started skiing last year and went a few times a week to Alta. It was a big job to load up the car with every ones ski clothes, skis and snacks. Its an hour away and I didn't want to forget anything. I had it down for the most part besides forgetting my coat a few times except for one afternoon....... I got the car loaded and we happily headed up the canyon, unloaded and got everyone ready to go. As my family skied away I went to put on mine to join them and realized my skis were not there. Yep, I went skiing and did not bring my skis. I was a little annoyed with myself and then started blaming my hubby, convincing him and myself that he must have taken my skis out of the car. I watched my family ski that afternoon amazed with his stupidity and mine as well. Once we arrived home we searched the garage but they were no where to be found. Would someone really break into our garage and steal only MY skis? Where could they be? After racking my brain and wondering what had happened to them in the last 5 days that we hadn't been skiing I was at a blank. I was ready to buy a new pair that weekend. The Hubby went back up the next afternoon to ski, parked in our same spot that we always parked and as he was just about to go down the hill noticed, off to the left, a pair of lonely red skis. Low and behold their they were..... MY SKIS! Leaning up against the building, cold and all alone. When he called to tell me the good news and how stupid I am for blaming him and leaving them there five days prior it all slowly came back to me. I do remember I took them off and loaded everything and everyone back into the car leaving them laying there in the snow. I am married to a very kind, patient man. I worry for his future with me.