My husband, Igor, is so cute sometimes. He has this thing he does where he will put the last slivers of soap from a used up bar onto the tub drain, thinking it will quickly and miraculously dissolve and disappear while he goes and opens a new bar to use. And he’s partially right. It does quickly disappear, but it’s NO miracle. I scoop that disgusting bath turd out of the drain along with any gross hair it has collected along the way and toss it right into the trash when it’s my turn to shower. I haven’t told him this. I just let him have his dreams.
He lets me win sometimes when we play board games together so he lets me have mine too.
Now THAT is true love. 🙂