I love to tell a specific story at my husband’s expense. It’s enjoyable because the situation is comical, but also because it doesn’t involve me. Which makes it all the more funny. Back before we were married, my husband moved into a townhouse that we would eventually share after our wedding. The week I moved in, my new husband offered to do the laundry. (Score!) As I watched him load the washer, I noticed him sort the colors and put in fabric softener, and then he shut the lid. “Wait, you forgot to put the detergent in,” I said. “No, I put it in,” he said, pointing to the fabric softener. Turns out, my new hubby had been using fabric softener solely for the last…well…four years.