He made an appointment to meet with the dentist, who recommended that he have the entire bridge replaced - lose another tooth to create a post and make the bridge larger, but more secure. He agreed, but didn't realize that the process wasn't a one day affair - it'd take a few appointments. In the meantime, he was given a temporary bridge and a tube of (basically worthless) cement. He was to use it as needed.
A few days later, I was vacuuming and listening to music while he showered. I sang along with the music, making the chore into a bit of an aerobic workout. I looked over at the top of his bureau; "Hey, what's that thing up there?"
Yes, ladies and gents, it was his bridge. He'd removed it while showering.
I promptly tossed my cookies. I love my husband, but the thought was just too much for me.