This morning I realized that Husband had accidentally recycled the shipping label and invoice for a pair of shoes I had ordered for Bean but decided to return (found 'em cheaper somewhere else). Luckily he had just taken out the recycling the night before, so I peered into the recycling bin, and could just barely see a corner of the green envelope I wanted all the way at the back of the dumpster.
I wasn't quite desperate enough to climb into the dumpster. Instead, I took the handle of our broom, attached a large bolus of duct tape to the handle, and went fishing. It was a little tricky because there was some newspaper near the envelope that kept getting stuck to the tape, and the envelope was jammed right up against the back of the dumpster, but after about 2 minutes I fished it out and returned with the envelope in hand.
I held up my prize for Husband, still attached to the duct tape wad. "Got it!"
Husband smiled. After a minute he said, "Hey baby, I'm really proud of your use of duct tape."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you know, guys are always proud of how they can fix anything with duct tape, and I'm just proud that you can too."
"I'm no hapless girly-girl," I answered. "I know my way around a roll of duct tape."
Better recognize, son.
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