I’m a horrible wife, people, and overall a sorry excuse for a human being.
Here is what happened. A colleague, let’s call her Liliana, left a gift in my mailbox with the following note (in Spanish):
Dear Clarissa, this is a small gift for you and N. This is handmade soap that I made from glycerin, olive oil, and some natural oils. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas!
“It’s so nice of Liliana to give me this candy,” I thought. “But she is such an eccentric person. Why does she call candy “soap”? And who the hell uses glycerin to make candy?”
When N came home, I handed him Liliana’s gift and said, “Here is some candy from Liliana. It’s for you.” I genuinely believed it was candy because, for some unfathomable reason, I decided it had to be.
N opened his mouth and stuffed the entire (small) soap bar inside. And then suddenly started spitting and ran away to the bathroom.
I urgently need some rest. I’m becoming dangerous to myself and others.

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