While I was rushing to get ready for work one morning, I came out to the living room to find Emily and Phil giggling like school children, upping suspicion levels from zero to one hundred almost immediately. SOMETHING WAS GOING ON.
SOMETHING BIG!
"What's going on you two?" I questioned, eager to get in on the fun they were having.
"I've been hiding something from you for a very long time," Phil replied nervously.
It was then that the biggest secret of our marriage was revealed.
BUT FIRST: A BACK STORY.
One of my WELL ADMITTED character flaws is my inability to finish a complete bottle of water. It's something that I've been working on, but I just can't seem to kick the one-or-two gulp habit. Mostly because it's in direct correlation with my water-drinking style. You see, I'm not an all-day water drinking gal. Rather, I have these bizarre, spontaneous moments of extreme thirst that cause me to grab the closest water bottle around, chug a little back, and then continue on with life as usual. The next time the urge strikes, I repeat the process (with the closest water bottle around) and the pattern results in a plethora of half-drunk water bottles around the house. Not surprisingly, it drives Phil CRAZY.
I actually thought I'd been getting better, in fairness. Water bottles with random volumes haven't been so common around the house these days and so, I really DID think I was improving.
Turns out I haven't been.
As I was informed, and for a very long time now, Phil has been collecting my unfinished water bottle collection, each and every morning before work. The bottles are then stuffed into his backpack and consumed by himself throughout the school day.
SO.
Back to that morning when I caught Em and him giggling in the living room?
He had just jammed EIGHT OF THOSE BABIES into his bag.
SOMETHING BIG!
"What's going on you two?" I questioned, eager to get in on the fun they were having.
"I've been hiding something from you for a very long time," Phil replied nervously.
It was then that the biggest secret of our marriage was revealed.
BUT FIRST: A BACK STORY.
One of my WELL ADMITTED character flaws is my inability to finish a complete bottle of water. It's something that I've been working on, but I just can't seem to kick the one-or-two gulp habit. Mostly because it's in direct correlation with my water-drinking style. You see, I'm not an all-day water drinking gal. Rather, I have these bizarre, spontaneous moments of extreme thirst that cause me to grab the closest water bottle around, chug a little back, and then continue on with life as usual. The next time the urge strikes, I repeat the process (with the closest water bottle around) and the pattern results in a plethora of half-drunk water bottles around the house. Not surprisingly, it drives Phil CRAZY.
I actually thought I'd been getting better, in fairness. Water bottles with random volumes haven't been so common around the house these days and so, I really DID think I was improving.
Turns out I haven't been.
As I was informed, and for a very long time now, Phil has been collecting my unfinished water bottle collection, each and every morning before work. The bottles are then stuffed into his backpack and consumed by himself throughout the school day.
SO.
Back to that morning when I caught Em and him giggling in the living room?
He had just jammed EIGHT OF THOSE BABIES into his bag.
It must be LOVE.
He's just so sensible. Kills me. xo
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