if the fibromite in question here had been ME and it had been MY husband's book and box of balls, then the fibromite would have set the box down and told her hubby to take care of it. he would of course say "yeah, just a second" then forget all about
it. several hours later, our fibromite would realize that hubby had spaced out again and go and
open the box herself. she then would have set the book somewhere and immediately forgotten where it was. she would have then spent the next 20 minutes walking around the house looking for the book, which means she also would have walked past the box of little balls several times and said to herself "i really need to put that somewhere before a dog/child tips it over and gets little balls everywhere", but of course the minute the box of balls was out of sight, she would have promptly forgot all about
it. eventually, of course, a dog or child would knock them over and get them absolutely everywhere. in response, our fibromite would have of course thrown her hands up in exasperation and yelled at her hubby "hon!! could you please come pick up all these little balls up off the floor???"
(i always make my hubby pick his own little balls up off the floor
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