There are five hand towels in our bathroom. Why? Because we have a big towel rack and a little towel holder than would look naked with no towel on them.
Last night while we were brushing our teeth, I took that opportunity to explain to Hubs about which towels in there that I use for different things, and thus, which ones I didn’t want him to use to dry his hands after he washes them. For instance, on the big towel rack, the white one with the gray stripes is for my face, the orange one is to dry my hair when I get out of the shower, and the pretty white one with the monogram? Well, that one we don’t use because it’s just too pretty and white.
Hubs was fine with all these things, of course, because he said he didn’t use those towels at all.
I assumed that meant he used one of the two that hang on the small rack near the sinks.
He took that opportunity, right after he took a big swig of mouthwash, to tell me that he uses my bath towel. to dry his hands all the time.
Not his bath towel.
My bath towel.
What a fun surprise that was!
And when the look on my face surprised him and made him laugh? The mouthful of mouthwash came right out of his nose.
And all over the countertop and mirror.
So I sent him to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean it up.
Which he did, without much complaining.
Because he’s a pretty smart guy, and a really great husband and roommate.
And I love him for those reasons.
But, if I wasn’t there, I’m sure he would have used my bath towel again.