Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Death by Electrasol Tabs

Well, now that our anniversary is o-v-e-r, things can resume their normal pace at Chez Stop Screaming, which means I can go back to cursing the washing machine and my husband can go back to cursing all the cursing I do at the washing machine because I just can't bring myself to give in and get a new one . . . no matter how much he begs.

[It just seems like such a waste.]

Anyway, I may have mentioned that our anniversary is the one day off we give each other from the otherwise silly banter that gets us through all of these years of wedded bliss, right? Right. Well, according to me, it's officially September 16th. One whole day past the historic day of our pairing and by this time 12 years ago, we were about to spend the night in Billings, Montana for our 2nd night together, as a couple, in the fantasy suite (sorry, I do miss those Bachelor and Bachelorette episodes).

The fantasy suite that eerily resembled The Bates Motel. It was all we could find after driving for as long as we could without a reservation in sight. The fact that we even found something with a vacancy is, in itself, a miracle.

Ah, on our way to Yellowstone, a newly wedded couple.

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.

"Ew what?"

"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.


Leanne said...

Mine's the same with laundry soap. He can't manage to put a load on without getting the stuff stuck under his nails, then of course he freaks out and starts scraping away like a mad man and washing his hands over and over convinced they still feel soapy.

Did I mention it's the non-bio variety used on babies clothes.

Kimmylyn said...

At least your husband knows what the tablet is for.. my husband would not even know it went in the diswasher... hahahaa

Carrie said...

He could do what Daniel does- just put the whole thing in the dishwasher without unwrapping it. Yeah, that was bizarre, when I found a wrapped tablet in the dishwasher after it ran. And another down at the bottom of the dishwasher. Apparently he had been doing it for a while :)

Kristin said...

I should laugh at this, but instead I shake my head with the knowledge of one who suffers with you... my husband's issue?

Deep sinks.


Happy Belated!!!

Jen said...

My husband won't touch cardboard/paper that has gotten wet. He says it makes his skin crawl. I think he just doesn't want to take the recycling around to the curb.

Casey said...

Ha, afraid of a little detergent! He looks like a cool dad, skateboarding with the kids. That's the way my husband is with ours, it's nice to see dads get involved.

Happy anniversary!

Valarie said...

I think my husband just doesn't want to touch anything that has to do with cleaning.

Team Botanical said...

Hmm. Feeling kind of bad here, because in our house, I'm definitely the one who is a texture freak. I'll throw stuff in the compost bin, no problem, but won't let a foam sponge enter our house.

flutter said...

Mine is allergic to a mop. pretty sure....

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I think my kids have the same fear.

painted maypole said...

happy anniversary!

(1996 was a very good year to get married, I think! he he)

electrosal tablets, eh? now you know what to hide things in... the electrasol box!

er... not that you're hiding things, or anything


jen said...

leave one under his pillow.

come on, do it.

All Adither said...

Just buy the Whirlpool Duet, put your old washer on Craigs and be done with it. :) That's what we did and the quality of my life has improved immensely.

Tracey said...

Our anniversary is the 20th! I am trying to think of something cheap (as in: FREE) for us to do... I'm shooting blanks. Any ideas?

Happy Anniversary!

Sunshine said...

The laundry soap hangup is a new one, I've not heard that one before!

Oh, and if you are a whore for Bachelor/ette, there is a great recap site, email me if you want it.

Maggie, Dammit said...

I've always believed every man has his kryptonite, it just often takes years to find it. Now that you know, just think of the control! :)

Happy Anniversary!

Becky said...

lol what's so scary about them to him? that's hilarious

Aimee Greeblemonkey said...

Happy anniversary! And we married in 96 too!

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

My husband is the same way about mushrooms. Edible mushrooms, BTW.

Scattered Mom said...

Lolol...my kid BEGS to put the tablet in the dishwasher. It's a little weird.