
So, moving into a new apartment is always a monumental pain in the ass, especially when you’re moving from America to Germany literally weeks after getting married. It also doesn’t help when you know nothing about furniture, kitchen appliances or any of the bathing accessories women can’t seem to live without. (Loofahs? Poufs? Bath Sponges? These all sound like playful forms of birth control which might come to life and start singing around some lovesick princess in a Disney movie: “Why say ‘maybe’ to that baby gravy? Wash your womb and add perfume; no one wants a baby!”)
Fortunately, my wife knows all about bath products and how to store them in an orderly fashion. So back in August of 2012, just before we moved, she informed me we would need to hang some kind of apparatus in our shower stall to hold all of our toiletries:
THE WIFE: “We don’t want to drill holes in the tile, so we will get a basket with vacuum sponges.”*
*I believe she meant a “shower caddy” with “suction cups.”

Love the vacuum sponges!!!
My Dutch husband last week: “No, it didn’t hurt when the dentist pulled my tooth,he gave me a shot of amnesia.”
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Love the wife-isms…very Ricky Ricardoesque. Reminds me of when he asked Lucy if she was trying to make him look through a sweater. L-ingOL again.
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