My husband's new travel toothbrush.
Want to know why this is icky? It's a horrid tale with elements of "secure in his masculinity", Australian Super Cold bugs, having to share the bathroom while traveling, mistaken identity, massive amounts of prescription medication (including multiple injections), and the cold that I thought would never end.
First: "Secure in my own masculinity" is what my husband said when our dentist in Seattle (who everyone who knows me knows I think is the finest dentist in the US) was out of blue soft bristle brushes and took a pink one instead.
Second: The cold that John came back from Australia with was epic.
Third: Bathroom sharing is not first choice for me and unless I'm traveling, John and I don't. (I recognize that this is a luxury, but I am a lucky woman who paid her dues by sharing the bathroom for most of my life. Although for almost 10 years it was my choice not to finish the bathroom plumbed into our basement because it would absolutely have resulted in my mother-in-law moving in and then I wouldn't have the second bathroom anyway.) (At one point, I agree to put in the fixtures, but without walls - John disagreed.)
Fourth: Mistaken identity - I use the new toothbrush my dentist gives out as my travel brush, which has never been an issue, since it's pink and they only give pink toothbrushes to the ladies. (Except for the once in a blue moon situation when they are out of blue.) So my new travel toothbrush was an identical twin to the one John had - identical except for the Super Cold germs lurking on one of them - cold germs that had already survived all the ministrations of modern medicine. And for some strange reason, instead of leaving it on the counter where he always does, he left it in the bathtub, which is where I always leave mine.
My point, and I do have one, is that you are going to have to read between the lines to figure out why I have been out of commission for so long. It's just too icky. I finally got back to Water Aerobics this week so I am declaring myself all better! (Even thought I needed a day to recover.)