Pet Peeve

So, DH calls on my cell phone at work to ask me if we received a check in the mail that should have come several months ago knowing FULL WELL that I do NOT have a photographic memory, nor am I good with numbers, and that the computer program that will tell me if, in fact, this payment has been received is NOT HERE AT WORK, but HOME where I will not be for several hours yet. * This, of course, leaves me sitting here to stew in a bath of powerlessness and meaningless anger toward someone I really DO love with all my heart. Why, oh why does he do this to me?

*This is not a one-time thing