Got power back on Sunday. Back to work on Monday. Lots of pictures to post - still getting used to having my own sofa to slouch on!!
On Monday morning I was getting dressed to go to work and I couldn't find a toothbrush. The toothbrush I had used before the storm was still sitting in its cup but - somehow - the thought of using it was really icky. I searched my luggage for the new one the last hotel had given me. I couldn't find it. I dug around in the bathroom drawer for the pack of new ones I always (usually?) have.
I change my toothbrush pretty often so I buy those 5 or 10 packs of cheap-o brushes. I'll never understand paying $5 for a toothbrush. Do you REALLY think it matters if you have all sorts of different colored bristles pointing out at different lengths and in different directions?? Holy crap, people. Just brush up and down. Twice a day. You'll be OK. REALLY.
So anyway I couldn't find the hotel toothbrush and I couldn't find my stash of cheap-o new ones so there I was. Standing in the bathroom (at least it was MINE!!) with a towel wrapped around my head, deodorant under the arms, clean clothes hanging in the closet waiting to be put on, staring at the toothbrush in the cup.
It's not like it was really old. Maybe a couple of weeks before the storm old. But it had been sitting there for two weeks. Dry. In this house, closed up, no air conditioning, no circulation. It just seemed - truly- ick. But not as ick as my un-brushed teeth.
So - you know - my mother didn't raise me to be without resources at hand - I dumped a puddle of Listerine in my palm and scrubbed the offending brush in it - until it was a nice neon blue. Rinse. Repeat. Then I brushed my teeth. They felt good after, but on the way home I stopped at the drug store and bought about 20 new cheap-o toothbrushes. I think I'm ready for just about anything now.Labels: personal urban drama |
