Wednesday, October 19, 2011

So I was wrong about ONE THING! Doesn't mean I will stop trying :D

Just in time for Halloween, a couple of day ago I heard some of the most terrifying words that a husband can say to his wife:…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….(suspense music)……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….”Honey, I am going to use the guest bathroom as a workshop for a couple of days OK?” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Luckily for me, the bathroom was used as a workshop for only one day……………………unluckily for me the workshop tools seem to want to stay in the bathroom forever, surrounding the toilet and forcing me (I am not sure how Mr. P has handled the situation) to do acrobatics to get to the toilet when I’m too lazy to go to the bathroom that is aaaaalllllllll the way in our bedroom (yes, my apartment is only 900 sq ft, so what). It is also quite interesting at 5 AM, when I have to use that bathroom to get ready to go to the gym without disturbing sleeping beauty, trying not to stumble on the electric sander sitting on the floor, or whatever that thing is called, while putting on my tight workout pants…….why don’t I move it you ask……because like my friend Colleen said: “You don’t have to cause YOU DIDN’T PUT IT THERE! I don’t even know where it came from or that we had one :’( and as soon as I move it:”where is the …… (whatever that thing is call)….I was using it in my workshop!” PLOP!

P's workshop
Anyway, moving on to the experiment; on my last blog I posted that I was going to execute the following experiment: For the period of one month I committed to not throwing away ANY toilet paper rolls because I wanted to prove that the male brain does not have the capability of seeing or throwing away  toilet paper rolls. I was so sure that my theory was correct that I already had plans for the hoarded rolls:

Yes people I WAS going to make this!

Ladies I WAS WRONG! The experiment started in a very promising way, the first lonely toilet paper roll sat on top of the toilet for days, then the second one came, then another lonely one in the guest bathroom and for the first time in my life I was excited about toilet paper roll accumulation!!!!!!!!!!! Then one fatidic day, I went to the bathroom and there they were, smashed inside the already overflowing trash can (wish makes me think of another potential experiment!) they didn’t make it, three is the magic number, P might not notice one, or two, but three toilet papers rolls…..THEY ARE GOOOOONEEEEEE........ I WAS HEART BROKEN!!!!!!, but proud :D
So if this is true for paper rolls, could the magic number three work for other things???!!!!: PRETTY SURE IT DOESN'T (talking specifically about beer bottles!), but again, I suppose I could be wrong. I guess we will have to find out!

2 comments:

  1. o m g! this is too funny! I don't even think it has to be about husbands or boyfriends. I should show you the cans and bottles from Chris! haha

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  2. lmao! It's not just husbands that do that... trust me!!!

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