This morning, while I was removing candle wax from its container, using boiling water, I had a flashback. One frigid winter day, early on in our marriage and while I was still under the veil of my lack-of-experience youth, I melted wax and thought it was safe to dispose of it by pouring it down our kitchen sink--because it was "liquid." At the time, I even prided myself in the fact that I "knew" to run hot water after it, to flush it through the drain. Well, I guess you know what happened! It was almost instantaneous. Bob, of course, being a jack-of-all-trades--master of many, immediately donned his plumber's hat and resolved the issue.
I learned the valuable lesson that day that sink drains and wax, even in liquid form, are not compatible. More importantly, though, I marvel now as I did then at Bob's restraint as he patiently went about his unexpected task. I hope I told him that enough. Even so, I'm sure he gleaned some satisfaction, himself, by adding it to his comedic material, under the subject, "Stupid Things my Wife has Done." (My own terminology.)
How fondly I have tucked the incident away into the corners of my memory, reserving it for days like this.
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