"And the extra soap things are in the new box of Cascade," he innocently added. I appreciate his help in the little things in the kitchen. But wait! Last night was trash night.
I gasped, "You didn't throw out the container" did you?"
"Yes."
"Not out by the road?"
He shook his head.
"Where is it? I grumbled. I didn't sound at all grateful for his help.
"Right here in the trash," he replied as he dug through the kitchen trash can to find it.
I sighed in relief. "Thanks, I saw something really cool on Pinterest and I really want to make it"
It's a true testament to our marriage and his understanding of my job, he just nodded and started to wash and dry the plastic box.
I'd pinned it months ago, days after discarding a green topped container. I've wanted to make that crocodile all summer and I was so afraid I'd have to wait another 90 dish washing cycles to try it.
If you listen closely tomorrow you'll hear us say Crocodile, crocodile down by lake, I'm going to reach right in and see what (letter) you ate.
