True Love

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.  🙂

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4 thoughts on “True Love

  1. A widow once told me that she used to get so frustrated by finding socks all over the house and now she wishes more than anything that should could pick up one more sock. So Maddy, your way is the right way. True love indeed.

    • Awww. That is so sweet and sad! But a very good reminder. We have to accept those we love with all their faults as we have our own as well. We just have to think of them as endearing. 🙂 Thanks for the lovely comment! 🙂

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