I did a real "husband" thing recently. My wife loves to decorate the house and she enjoys color and texture and she has the real right brain thing going on. She is the creative one and I'm the person who thrives on order and the pursuit of perfection in an unperfect world. Darla bought some new bathroom towels recently and changed the look of our master bath with new rugs as well. The theme changed from green and burgundy to dark and medium blue. I got the medium blue bath towel to use along with the dark blue towel that sits with it for looks (not to be used except in an extreme emergency).

I was showering the other morning and noticed that the shower had a small spot of fungus that was starting in the grout of the tile and I decided to blast it with a shot of Tile-X. While I had the bottle, I went ahead and gave the shower a good spraying and wiped down the tiles. Unfortunately, I was wearing the new medium blue towel and rubbed my backside across the tile as I was getting in to the shower to wipe down the walls. My new medium blue towel is now medium blue with a large bleached-out spot on the back. When I realized my faux paus, my immediate reaction was to run back to the mall and get a replacement towel, but I'm a grown man and I felt I could admit my mistake and then replace the towel.

Well, so far i've admitted my crime and have yet to replace the towel and to Darla's credit, she's only brought my offense up twice to me. I publicly admit that I'm a bonehead and deeply apologize for my indiscretion with the new towels. And yes, I do have an SUV and a golden retreiver. I'm no longer cool, but then was I ever really?