I crawl in bed last night, face washed, teeth brushed... ahhh clean and ready for sleep.
I hear CPA from the bathroom:
CPA: I'm red.
Me: What?
CPA: I'm red. My toothbrush is red and you just brushed with it. Didn't you say you weren't feeling good?
Me: No, I'm red, you're brushing with mine.
CPA: Well, whatever. Can you get some new toothbrushes tomorrow?
Now I'm grossed out that we've been brushing with the same toothbrush since the last time I got new ones. My mouth doesn't feel so clean anymore. Off to Target for toothbrushes and whatever else I don't need.
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