But isn't this ridiculous? I've lived with Sweetie-Pie for more than four years now. We share coffee cups. Share socks. Heck, in a pinch, I've even borrowed his underwear! (Boxer briefs, by the way, can be pretty dang comfy.) I certainly kiss the poor man. So why is it okay to put his tongue in my mouth, but not his toothbrush?
It's a stumper.
PS: Sorry for the TMI, guys. Hope no one was too scarred. :)
1 comment:
What's really funny (to me) is that I've done the same thing on occasion, at least as far as grabbing the wrong toothbrush from the drawer, and had many similar thoughts on realizing that it was my Heart's toothbrush and not mine. I kept brushing, though. The cooties had already been overcome by that point.
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