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June 24, 2008
The Secret Lives of Toothbrushes
There is a four-slot toothbrush holder in our medicine cabinet. The four slots, in a row, are typically filled as such: John, John's razor, empty, and me (Kate's toothbrush doesn't fit, so it hangs out on the shelf above). Every now and then I open up the cabinet and, in an unexpected sense of embarrassment or claustrophobia, find John's toothbrush on the wrong side of the razor, in the normally empty spot, bristles facing mine. I can never decide if the confrontation is hostile or friendly, but it somehow always makes me feel very uncomfortable. Part of me is screaming "give me some breathing room, will you!" Part of me is quiet and self-conscious.
And then I remember that it is only a toothbrush. I close the cabinet and see myself in the mirror. I say out loud, "you are so weird."
Posted by libbystokes at June 24, 2008 11:42 PM
Comments
In my toothbrush's defense, it was completely oblivious to the rules of toothbrush placement. It didn't even know Libby's toothbrush was on that side of the medicine cabinet. It certainly didn't know that each toothbrush had a designated slot, much less a proper direction.
Posted by: John Pattison at June 25, 2008 12:32 PM
Awesome.
Posted by: Kristialyn! at June 25, 2008 04:59 PM
oh. I have just received the first few seasons of the comedy show, MONK , on dvd to enjoy here in Africa. I am only into the second season, but i am convinced that you could be a writer for such a character. thanks for the laugh. i know you always said that you may be OCD, but i think it is simply the artist and "imaginator" in you.
Posted by: mom at July 1, 2008 12:07 PM