For 20 years, my wife nagged me about the same thing: “Put the cap back on the toothpaste!”
So, for our anniversary, I made a vow to fix it. For a whole week, I was flawless. Cap on. Every. Single. Time.
I was secretly waiting for praise, a smile, or a trophy. But I got nothing.
Finally, last night, she squinted at me suspiciously and asked: “Why haven’t you been brushing your teeth lately?”
Marriage… it’s a trap.
