We have a very cute pineapple shaped soap dispenser on the counter in our private bathroom that dispenses an adorable creamy yellow-colored aloe vera soap at the push of a button. I thought a light yellow soap was fitting as it is maybe a color that could come out from a pineapple? No?
Are you shaking your heads right now because yellow is not a color having anything to do with pineapple? Or rather at the fact that I actually admitted to deliberately choosing yellow soap for the purpose of matching it to pineapple as closely as possible?
The problem is, I absolutely hate refilling the dispenser when the soap runs dry. It’s not a difficult task; it’s not a time consuming process, nor does it require any ounce of thought to complete. But it’s just one of those things. Like taking the time to pee. I hate doing it. So much in fact that I would rather pound on the dispenser violently to retrieve enough soap to wash my hands at my sink. Realistically I expel much more effort scraping out the remaining dribbles of soap than I would were I to actually refill the damn thing, but that is so not the point. As I said, I hate, hate, hate it. That’s a lot of hate.
I think Boyfriend and I have a good partnership going because lately I noticed that the dispenser never has to be refilled. It has magically replenished itself shortly after I put myself through one of those pounding episodes mentioned above. It’s one of those ’small things’ maybe, but not having to refill the soap dispenser–and even better yet, not having to ask for it to be done–makes me ridiculously happy and brought a huge smile to my face last night when I expected another ‘pounding’ episode, only to be met with a steady stream of deliciously smelling creamy yellow soap.
I’m thankful for a boyfriend that refills the soap dispenser so that I don’t have to. He tolerates me because he loves me. That’s the good stuff.
Tags: aloe vera, he loves me, i'm so lame, pineapple
June 11, 2008 at 2:28 pm |
I love the vision of the pounding. I do that too. And so do the children. And so does the husband. And we continue to do it for about 4 months when I finally decide I better re-fill…usually for company. You’re lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend…will he come over and fill ours??
June 11, 2008 at 2:30 pm |
Maybe! He seems to have NO problem doing it at our house. Why doesn’t he care? IT’S SUCH AN ANNOYING THING TO DO!
June 11, 2008 at 6:31 pm |
i hear ya. feeding the dogs, or taking them for a walk in the morning while I get an extra 20 mins a sleep is my new “get me in the mood” button.
May 29, 2009 at 9:59 pm |
I hate hate hate this too! Enough to the point that I bought (and this is so sad) a humungo container of bubble bath with a spout just for it’s size. I use it as soap. I mean, it’s slippery, right? Smells good and my hands are clean afterwards? It’s about as tall as my torso but now I only have to refill it twice a year.
My sis solved this problem by buying fancy soap from Bath & Body Works. But I am not that rich yet.
May 29, 2009 at 9:59 pm |
ps. your bf is a gem!