I just read RG Emanuelle’s blog and it rang so true. Finding things to blog about is hard sometimes. I chose the title Everyday Occurrences because that’s what I usually blog about those everyday funny bone moments when I say something silly (it’s usually me) and my wife starts laughing out loud. Here’s what happened a few days ago…..
The other day I was in my shower (by myself so get your minds out of the gutter) and there was a tiny little nub left of my soap (it’s so tiny you can’t even see it in the picture below). I opened the shower door and created a path of water to the cabinet in search of the brand new soap we had purchased from the farmer’s market a few weeks prior. Nico, my cat, was slurping up the puddles. Drat, no soap. I walked back into the shower and made do with the tiny sliver. I might have added the tiny bit of shampoo I had left to create the requisite amount of suds. I’d waited until the last minute to let my wife know that I was running out of shampoo.
If you haven’t figured this out yet, I am notorious for waiting until the last minute to replenish my supplies. In fact, I don’t replenish them at all-my wife does. I do a by the way conversation either on the phone or when we see each other-which is only on the weekends.
On the weekend, my wife and I are in bed almost ready to doze off and here is how the conversation went:
Me: Hon, where did we put the soap we bought at the farmer’s market?
My Wife: We?
Me: Yeah. Did you hide it somewhere?
My Wife: Laughs hysterically. Why are you asking me? Don’t you remember where you put it?
Me: No. That’s your job.
My Wife: You live in the condo during the week. I only visit.
Me: And? Your point?
My Wife: I’m pretty sure you put it somewhere.
Me: Okay where did I put the soap?
My Wife: Did you check the bath cabinet?
Me: Loud hmmf. Yeah.
My Wife: The other bath cabinet?
Me: Sheepish response…um no.
My Wife: Laughs again. Why do I have to keep track of these things?
Me: I’m not good with details.
My Wife: How is it possible that you lead a Division? Don’t you have to be good with the details?
Me: I surround myself with detail minded people. I’m more a big picture person. You know, visionary leader.
My Wife: I didn’t know that.
Me: Laughs hysterically. How can you not know that about me? We’ve been together for eleven years and married for two.
My Wife: I guess there’s still a lot left to learn about you.
Me: Hmmm. I guess that’s a good thing. Can you please keep track of these things in the future now that you know this about me? You know I need a keeper.
My Wife: Laughs hysterically.
I never quite got a response, so I can only hope the laughing was intended as an acknowledgement that this is an important role for her in the future. My wife does a good job of taking care of me. I need a keeper.
I still haven’t found the soap we bought. Who knows where I put it? The condo is only 1,000 square feet. It can’t be that hard to find…
I told my wife I would have to write a blog about this because it was just too dang funny.
P.S. I found the soap in the other bathroom cabinet where my wife suggested I should look.
I try to add a bit of humor here and there to my stories, so check them out. Maybe not the roll on the floor stomach hurting laughter, but a few laugh out loud moments (so I’ve been told).
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2 thoughts on “Where Did I Put The Soap?”
I’m the keeper in my house. Your story you just told happened to me at 4 am the other morning, insomnia . However I knew where I put the soap, because I’m the keeper. When the laundry comes back from the Wash and Fold I sort and put it away. My wife thought she would be nice and do it last Friday. I can’t find a damn thing. I feel your wife’s pain Annette. But I still love your writing.😎
I would be lost without my wife. I’m always in my head spacing off so thank God for those who keep us artists in line! Your wife is lucky to have you as her keeper!
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