A True Story

My husband and I recently decided it was time to purchase a new shower curtain—the one we had, by its appearance, was ready to be replaced.

We wanted one that was all black or had a black pattern on it (other than a zebra print). After searching in several stores, though, we couldn’t find anything even close.

The search continued until my husband finally bought one earlier this week. It looked okay, although not ideal, and we still preferred the pattern of our “old” one. So, he also decided to wash the curtain we were replacing before discarding it—just in case.

Lo and behold, the “old” one came out looking great. That’s why it is again hanging from the curtain rod in our bathroom, and the new one he bought is still in its packaging waiting to be returned.

Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke (or worn, or ugly), right?

Right, however…

Last night, when I couldn’t reach something on the top shelf of the linen cabinet, I asked my husband to get it for me. As he was doing so, guess what he discovered under some items we never use?

Not one, or two, or even three, but FIVE brand new black/black print shower curtains.

Can you believe it? FIVE!

Needless to say, I think we’ve gone this route before—several times.

This really is the truth, I’m sorry to say. What a sad fact, especially since we can’t remember buying any of them.

It’s also rather funny. Twenty-four hours later and I’m still laughing! :0

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2 Responses to A True Story

  1. Charlotte says:

    Love it!!!

  2. CindySheaNH says:

    That is funny. 🙂

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