Mammoth Hot Springs, September, 1996
Just look at us, dear god, we were young. So that would make us . . . old now. Yup, a couple of old geezers who curse at the washing machine. Sign me up for that game of shuffle board while your at it and bring me my dentures!
Anyway, back to the part about not embarrassing my husband on our anniversary.
Nope, that's not it either. Although that person on the skateboard, you know, the adult there wearing the firefighter sweatshirt? Yup. There he is, SKATEBOARDING a few weeks ago when we took the kids to the skate park. (I wonder if our health insurance covers skateboarding injuries?)
Oh no, my husband, fearless slayer of spiders, putter outer of fires and plane crashes, rescuer of people and pets, climber of mountains, mover of furniture, fixer of automobiles, handyman that trumps all handymen, jack of all trades, yes - that husband.
My husband is afraid of the Electrasol dishwashing tablets.
When I unwrapped one the other night after loading the dishwasher (which I also curse at because it is so LOUD), I noticed that it had crumbled a bit from being at the bottom of the container. Some of the powdery stuff came off on my hands so I rinsed them off under the faucet (which I do not curse at because I LOVE it).
"Ew," said my fearless husband from his safe perch at the kitchen table.
"You actually touched that tablet."
"Yes, I touched it. Look! I'm not dead!"
Apparently, kryptonite is to Superman what Electrasol dishwashing tabs are to my husband.