Last week I was taking it easy, lounging on my bed and reading a book when my husband Jordan came in. Our conversation went as follows:

Jordan: "What did you say?"

Bre: "I didn't say anything."

Jordan: "Yeah, you did. You said something and then I said 'what?' and then you said 'nothing!'"

Bre: "No, I've been sitting here reading, I haven't said a thing."

Jordan: "No, I heard you, you said something like 'chillax, motivation!' like it was a song or a rap."

Bre: "I have never uttered the word 'chillax' in my life, I would know if I suddenly said it."

This went on for quite a while, him insisting I said "chillax, motivation!" and me insisting in turn that I have been reading and haven't said jack. During this I had an inner monologue running, trying to figure out which one of has lost our mind.  I weighed arguments for both sides, thinking maybe I had forgotten an entire conversation where I began using the word 'chillax'.  Perhaps he was hearing voices in his head, which if I'm honest, I expected to happen eventually.  Maybe I was a wormhole appeared projecting our conversation in an alternate universe.  I had my money on the last one.  Finally Jordan says:

"No, I was in the bathroom, and you were in the bedroom, and then you went into the office saying 'chillax, motivation!"

It took me some time to think about this; the last time he was in the bathroom was about 20 minutes (dare I go as far as to say maybe 25 minutes?) ago. He had made it sound like I had just said this fabled phrase and he came asking what I had said.  At this point, I could neither confirm nor deny saying anything, let alone 'chillax motivation!'.  Though I can wholly admit it's incredibly catchy.

I had to think of what I was doing 20 minutes ago, and what I could possibly have said, 'cause I was 98% confident it wasn't "chillax, motivation!".

Then it came to me.

The cats had pried a dresser drawer open (impressive, I know) and had gotten stuck behind the drawers (less impressive). Kea squeezed out, but Kloe is a little more, shall we say robust. Because the drawers don't come out, and I couldn't pull Kloe out without squishing her I invested some time in trying to coax her out, to no avail.  I did, however make enough time to take a picture:

So, there's that at least.

Finally, I decided to entice her out with a treat. Thinking aloud I said "She lacks motivation" and went into the office to find a treat. It worked like a charm; she crawled out of there faster than a crack addict crawling to their dealer.

Little did I know I would be having the most peculiar conversation 20 minutes later.

The moral of the story is: "If you want to know what someone said, it is probably best to ask right away."