Rob and I are the firstborns in our families. We are opinionated, bossy, strong-willed, and generally like to get our own way. We also [both] really like to be right.
For some reason, we were discussing weather patterns this past week. I overheard Rob tell the kids that when we were in high school, the temperature dropped to -20 degrees fahrenheit. I'm sure I said something like, "Uh, don't you think that's a little bit of an exaggeration?" (probably with an eye roll thrown in). So, of course, he fired back with, "okay, let's make a bet".
We each came up with a just punishment for the loser. If he was exaggerating and the temperature was, in fact, above -20 degrees every day in the past 30 years, he would have to unload and reload my dishwasher every day. In our house, that's about three times a day - no exaggeration(!).
And, if I lost (which I did)....
This, my friends, is my punishment. I have to match all of his socks and keep his sock drawer organized for.one.month. Ugh.
Stupid January 1994.