So it seems that Husband and I are in the point in our marriage where we can have a whole conversation with a well-placed stick of deodorant.
When I woke up this morning I saw this in the bathroom sink:
It was a coded message from Husband, and I knew instantly what it meant.
Morning, sweetie. I know you asked me last night if I needed anything before you made your weekly grocery shopping trip. But I didn’t realize that I was almost out of deodorant until this morning. I would tell you right now, but I don’t want to wake you up. And I’m running late for work, so I don’t have time to write a note. Sorry! Love you.
I left him a message in the same spot.
Hi, sweetie. I figured you might need more deodorant, and your message in the sink confirmed it this morning. And because I love you (and good hygiene, of course), I bought you a new stick of deodorant. Here it is. Love you.
Who needs text messaging when you have toiletry messaging?