Last week, for some reason I can't recall, I was spitting mad at D. Sometimes, he's just a man - and I can let most of the man stuff slide. Sometimes, however, he is infuriating. I have a harder time with infuriating. . .I have to leave the room and take a bubble bath or something. Last week, when I was spitting mad, that is exactly what I did. I marched myself into my sanctuary and had a nice hot bath.
Flash back to last year. I got some new bath products from my favorite place - I absolutely loved them. Let me just say that thirteen years is not nearly long enough to learn everything about anyone, including a spouse. After enjoying one particular scent quite a lot, D mentioned that . . . he hated it . . . always had hated that certain kind of scent, never ever liked it ever. I figured that it wouldn't do me much good to keep using it. I considered several times checking with my sisters to see if one of them would like to have the large portion that I had left. I was a little bit sad.
Returning now to last week. As I was drawing my nice hot bath it occurred to me that this would be the perfect time to use that particular D-hated scent. I didn't care if he wanted to snuggle up to me, so what did it matter what I smelled like? I bubbled, I body washed, I lotioned and creamed. If I had had the perfume, I'd have used that, too. I felt fantastic. I was thrilled that I had found a time to use my once banished bath products.
Today, however, I realized that it might actually be a marketable scheme. "Not feeling extra warm and fuzzy toward you know who? Let us teach you how to assure yourself a little peace and quiet. For just a small fortune, we'll show you the key to developing your own guaranteed husband repellant." I'm pretty sure that I'd be a billionaire within a year.
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