How I'm easily annoyed

Last night Aaron and I were looking for our mortgage bill. (Due 8/1-Hello 3 days until due!) We always put our bills in the same spot in the office, in the order in which they need to be paid. Yes, I'm a perfectionist like that.
But this one, THIS bill decided to wander away and get lost. So we are looking in a couple other places the bill might have been. Aaron asks me if I've looked in my purse. Why, yes dear I have looked there. When I cleaned it out the other night, I am positive there were no bills.

Then it happened.

I turned around and Aaron has my purse looking through it.

I tried to say it very politely but it probably came out as, "Are you freakin kidding me? I deal with people who second-guess me all day, I don't need my husand to as well!"

With that, he decided it was in his best interest to put the purse down, walk away slowly and look elswhere. Smart man, my husband.

Fast forward to today, about 20 minutes ago. I was asked if we kept a measuring tape around. I said we didn't, but go check next door.

And then it happened.

A couple minutes later I hear drawers being opened, and cabinets being searched through.

This person comes around the corner and I, trying in my calmest voice, say. "Are you kidding me? You didn't believe me, and had to look for yourself?"

The response: "Well, I wasn't sure if you knew what one was." And then they walked away laughing.

It's a good thing they walked fast too, because I couldn't grab something to throw fast enough.