The Lies We Tell

When we returned from our honeymoon in mid March, my husband and I had amassed a fair collection of mini bottles of toiletries.  He wanted to put all the shampoos in one Ziploc bag, the conditioners in another, lotions in another, etc. and then methodically use them all up.  I called him a fool and demanded that we put them in my *cute* bag for extra toiletries, kept under the bathroom sink, which would be a much nicer-looking way of keeping them corralled.  While he extolled the organizational superiority of his method, the ease with which he would be able to replace his shampoos as he used them up, I hummed loudly to block out the noise and put them all in my cute bag, how I wanted it.  He looked at me and said Fine.  Fine, I said.  I’ll just do it my way later, he said.  No you won’t, I shouted at his receding back, because I will notice and I will change it back because it is nicer my way.

Today, I was putting his clean boxers away while he weedwhacked the lawn, and I found three Ziploc bags in his bedside drawer – one full of shampoo, one of conditioner, one of lotion.  Then I sat on the floor and laughed til I cried.

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