The other day when I was running, I saw a fellow runner wearing a ski mask. I came home and reported this to Husband, but for some reason the words ski mask just couldn't be found in my brain. So, I told Husband about the Baklava that so-in-so was wearing. Husband replied, "He was wearing a Greek dessert?" Whoops, I thought. That's not the right word, I said to myself. So, I corrected myself and repeated the sentence again except I called it a Clavinova (which is a type of digital piano from Yamaha.) Husband just rolled his eyes and yelled out, "Balaclava!" I just giggled and continued talking about the Baklava.