Well, That Explains A LotPosted: March 11, 2013
Do you ever have a household task that you think to yourself, “Am I the only one capable of fixing this?!” Refilling the soap dispenser is one of those tasks for me. It feels like I am the only one to ever refill it. Seriously, it’s like my husband purposely ignores that you have to pound on it twenty times to get soap to come out.
Today I was washing my hands when I noticed that the soap dispenser was almost empty. Again. Finally getting fed up with always feeling like I was the one refilling the soap, I went upstairs and bluntly asked my husband, “Could you possibly refill the soap?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “Where is the soap to refill it with?”
I grabbed the giant handsoap bottle out of our cleaning cabinet. “Right here where I’ve been putting it since we moved.”
“Oh, I didn’t know we had that.”
“I’ve been buying these bottles since we got married!”
My husband defiantly* said, “I never knew we were doing that.” Apparently, my feeling that I was the only one refilling the soap dispensers wasn’t just an irritated delusion–it was reality.
*I was going to put that he said this sheepishly, but my husband wanted me to write that he said it defiantly. Apparently he stands by his ignorance.