A couple of weeks ago, I saw an orange, gelatinous, gloppy-looking thing attached to a tub toy in the kid's bathroom. I recognized the gloppy thing as a mutilated bar of soap, and immediately remembered why I prefer using "body wash" for the kids instead of bars of soap.
The tub toy the orange, gelatinous, gloppy-looking thing was attached to was a little plastic strainer the kid's previously used in the sandbox (We gave away the sandbox about a month or so ago because we're mean, evil parents) Somehow, the little strainer had made the move to the tub (sans sand) and was now holding firmly to the orange, gelatinous, gloppy-looking, mutilated bar of soap.
I took the strainer/soap in my hands, and turned it upside down over the garbage can, intending to just flip the soap off into the garbage can. I pressed into the middle of the toy with both my thumbs. I didn't press that hard, when *POP!* both my thumbs broke through the toy and got stuck fast in the remaining hard, plastic part of the strainer.
My thought process went something like this:
What the...? OW OW OW OW OW! MY FINGERS ARE STUCK OW OW OW! AND I CAN'T GET THEM OW OW OW! OUT!!
Thank goodness Hubby was home. I found him in our room, held out my hands still trapped inside the little plastic strainer from Hell and said "DON'T LAUGH! GET THIS THING OFFA ME! OW OW OW!"
Hubby took the strainer in his hands and broke it more in order to free my thumbs. What a relief THAT was! (My hero!)
My hands were shaking and my thumbs were all scraped up. As I stood there surveying the damage, Hubby hugged me, and said "Don't laugh?" What kind of a person do you take me for? Laughing at my wife when--?" I interrupted with "I know exactly who you are! It was FUNNY! It hurt like HELL, but it was FUNNY!"
And we laughed.
Fifteen years and he still rescues me, comforts me, laughs with me, and loves me.
Happy Anniversary Honey! I love you!