Where's the Spatula?

This morning I was making pancakes for breakfast. I had the pancakes in the pan and they were all ready to be flipped...but there was no spatula in sight. I looked in every nook and cranny I could think of to find it, but to no avail. Finally I said, mostly to myself, "where's the darn spatula?" to which my husband replied, "Oh it's in the car. I used it to other day to scrape ice off the windshield." Uh...we have scrapers for that dear. Men?!?!