A Broken Vow

On the day that Josh and I were married, I silently snuck my own vow into the ceremony: Never Share The Same Toothbrush.

Okay, no more suspense about this post. Here's what happened....

When we left for our two week vacation we took our "manual" toothbrushes and decided to leave the electric toothbrush (with its separate heads) at home. Once we got back on Friday, I couldn't remember which head was mine. We had recently bought new heads and I couldn't remember if mine was my favorite color green on the right side (which has habitually been "my" side) or if it was my other favorite color blue on the left side. I decided that Josh had accidently mixed up the toothbrushes and used the blue head from the wrong side.

Josh left the house early the next morning before I'd woken up. As I went to brush my teeth for the day I found that he had not brushed his. The toothbrush head had not been changed. Strange...for a man who wants to be a dentist. But I concluded that he was probably too tired to switch the heads and just used his Crayola crayon toothbrush that Santa had included in his Christmas stocking.

As we got ready for bed that night I asked him why he hadn't used the electric toothbrush that morning. "No, I did", he said. "Oh, then you switched the heads for me afterwards?" "No", he said again. "But...Isn't that blue head mine?!" "Nope", he grinned.

"OH SICK!!!!!!"

the end.