Every night when my husband comes to bed he brings along a bottle of water. Each morning, he places the empty bottle on our dresser and then on Saturday he takes them all down to the recycling bin.
I work out five to six times a week in our bedroom and got the idea to add my empty water bottle on those days to his collection. Every Saturday I would see him like this:
carrying the bottles down the stairs from the second floor. Some weeks one or two would get away from him and I would hear the sound of plastic hitting carpeting and the soft thud as it reached the first floor. Literally. It was all I could do not to say something but luckily trying not to laugh kept me occupied and I was able to keep him in the dark about what I had been doing.
The “Great Water Bottle Experiment”, as I dubbed it, went on for weeks. I told my girlfriends about it and they couldn’t believe he hadn’t a) noticed the extra bottlage and b) said anything about it and yet, having husbands of their own, they were could. Finally, the fifth week of this unprecedented test of a hypothesis, the subject, oblivioushusbandasaurus, approached me as pictured above and said, “Are some of these water bottles yours?”
I was laughing after the first two words were out of his hydrated mouth. “I have been adding my bottles for weeks!“, I said, amidst gulps of laughter. He was shaking with his chuckles, probably more at how hysterical I thought this was and so proud of my little caper. I felt it was an unequivocal success but what did the scientific data show?
- His walking by the recycling bin on the eve of trash day is not an act.
- If something jumped out and bit him he couldn’t identify the biter and may not even notice he is the bitee.
- We both are diligent with our daily water intake.
- Extending the research to all the women I know would yield the same result 100% of the time.
CONCLUSION: After 26 years together, we still keep each other laughing. And with all our water consumption, our skin still looks terrific even with all the laugh lines.
