Getting married means that most likely you and your significant other live with each other, which is part of being “newlyweds” that creates lots of surprises. You know what I’m talking about if you ever had a roommate (perhaps in college) and you opened your fridge up to find all the milk gone and your leftovers mysteriously missing, or you woke up in the middle of the night thinking your house was burning down when in fact your tipsy roommate started baking a frozen pizza and passed out drifted off before removing it from the oven.
Being married means you sometimes stumble across odd things that you know you didn’t do. (Yesterday B found a zipbag full of parmesan cheese in the cupboard near the pots & pans, it was concluded I did this and then put the cheese grater in the refrigerator. Other than this however, I am perfect.) You must account for the other person doing something crazy or numbskull-esque & then deal with the aftermath. It means you run out of shampoo and toothpaste faster than expected, and every now and then you discover that SOMEONE mysteriously got into your chocolate stash. It can be a rude awakening after 4+ years of living alone.
Anyway, we live in a small condo & I am OCD so everything has its place. Imagine my surprise this morning when I went to throw a tissue away in the guest bath & found this greeting me:

(Safety harness hanging from my towel hook)

(Foul weather gear hanging from my guest shower.)
I was left to conclude we’d either had odd burglars, RB had developed an opposable thumb & re-decorated rather than opening the door to all his food OR….my husband had been through. And then I found this in the window-sill when I went to water my basil:

(Converse sneakers a/k/a, sailing shoes.)
Marriage. May it jump out & surprise you, time and time again. And may your husband not be part of knocking down a 43 foot boat in the Detroit River during inclement weather.



