After 33 years of marriage, my husband and I have finally figured out why we sometimes have trouble communicating: He can’t read my mind. “You left the garbage next to the door!” I accused him. “BECAUSE I LEFT THE GARBAGE NEXT TO THE DOOR!” I explained. It made perfect sense to me, but my husband said he couldn’t possibly have known this unless he could read my mind. He may not be psychic, but he’s certainly no dummy.