So, last night we went to Sears to look at dishwashers. Before we leave, my husband takes this tiny tube of some kind of nail caulk and tosses it in my purse. He says he wants to buy several more tubes of the same brand. I forgot all about
it, and while driving along at night reached in my purse for MY tube of Blistex. Of course I grabbed the tube he threw in there and slathered it all over my lips. Still doesn't register, even though it tasted like wall paper paste. Then my lips petrified and I realized what I had done. The hubby's answer was 'You're lucky it wasn't Krazy Glue'. No...he's lucky it wasn't Krazy Glue as he would not have been able to hear the sound of my screaming voice for days, which I kknow he loves.
I walked through Sears with a white moustache, as he didn't notice I hadn't peeled it all off. This might be as good as the time he left grout sealer on the edge of the bath tub and I conditioned my hair with it. Do husbands ever ever ever reallize they are living with a brain fogged fibromite?
Plus he made me look at TOOLS, then talked to a salesman about a belt for the lawnmower for twenty minutes. Torture, I tell you...torture. I'm taking him to the drug store today and make him look at feminine hygeine products...then maybe a nice stroll through the make up aisle.
I'll get over it...he's really a wonderful man!