Before you read this post, you need to go back and read a post that was originally published in March of this year, #HygieneFail.
Go on. I’ll wait.
Did you read it?
Ok so.. On the first evening of our annual family vacation, Dad prepared to help Dude with his nighttime routine.
I had unpacked all my toiletries first that day and hadn’t been in the bathroom since.
Dad called to me from the bathroom, “Julianne, which toothbrush is yours?”
“The green one. Did you hear that, Mom? The GREEN one!!! Not the right one or the left one, but THE GREEN ONE!” I yelled in response.
Dad appeared in the doorway, “Come look at the toothbrushes.”
I rounded the corner and looked at the shelf where the toothbrushes are kept.
“Oh… Well, crap.”
Three. Green. Toothbrushes.