We all have bathroom stories. The ones that I often hear are, "Why do you squeeze the toothpaste from the top when you should squeeze it from the bottom?" and "Why can't you put the toilet seat up after you used the toilet?" yada yada yada...
Well, I have no problem with the toothpaste and toilet seat. Well, not yet maybe. Not ever, I hope. My story is a bit different but it does revolve around toothbrushes.
There I was having a shower and after showering, like always, I brush my teeth. I was brushing my teeth like nobody's business when I suddenly looked in the mirror and saw that I wasn't holding a purple toothbrush. I was... ermm, holding a blue toothbrush which wasn't mine. Oh-uh! Euwww disgusting.
So when I got out of the bathroom, I told my husband, "Please don't be mad. I have a confession to make." He asked me what it was so I told him I accidentally used his toothbrush. He gave me a scowl and said, "Oh no! We have to throw it away." I looked at him and said, "Are you serious?" He said, "Of course." I was quiet for a while and then he broke into giggles and said, "Kidding."
So all is well. Yeay!
Ps to husband: Does that mean I can borrow your toothbrush from time to time? Coz yours certainly felt/tasted better than mine! Hahaha *wink*