I thought I was doing something really good today. Every weekend I spend at least 14 minutes shoving everything into the closet cleaning the house and today was the big day. Except something bad happened. Unbeknownst to me, Tim and I ended up with identical toothbrushes. I don't like this. We have separate sinks and I keep my pink/purple/girly toothbrush on one side while Tim keeps his blue/green/masculine one on the other side. I cleaned the sinks today and was pretty dang proud of myself. I used actual cleaning products and everything. Final result: The problem? I have no idea which of these toothbrushes is mine and which is Tim's. I moved them to clean and now can't tell them apart. I know we're married, but I like to keep my spit to myself. Mostly. At least in the toothbrush department, you know? I'm actually not a germaphobe at all but my mouth is a different story. So I kind of guessed which was which and then faced the totally insignificant dilemma o...
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