Stupid Rubix cube

Morning before husband goes to work , I'm sitting on the couch fiddling with a rubix cube.

Husband: who's the rubix cube belong too.

Me : one of the lunch kids left it here. Bloody thing can't be done.

Husband: sure it can, see you have to start with the middle rows and rectify in multiples of eight moves click click click click click click click click click. See? (Presents an annoyingly perfect cube, messes it up again)Here you try it, have a good day!

Husband returns from work:

Husband: so did you figure out your rubix cube?

Me : I don't want to talk about it.

Husband: Where is it?

Me : it may or my not be at the bottom of the pool.

Husband: Poor sport.

Me: It looked dehydrated.