Pink or Really Pink

Tonight, I am staying at my parents house. As I am now snuggled into my bed, I did the normal prepping necessary to get here. Take out the contacts, wash my face, and brush my teeth. My struggle every time I am here is the brushing of my teeth. Not that I don't want to do it and not that I don't like to do, I am fine with it. I better, for God's sake, I am nearly 27 years old. The problem is that I always forget which toothbrush is mine.

I bought a new toothbrush and figured I was safe if I got a pink one. It would be easy to distinguish which was mine and which was my brothers since I got the girly, pink toothbrush. To my surprise, there was already a pink toothbrush in the holder when I got into the bathroom. Awesome! So every time I sleep here at my parents, I look at the toothbrushes and try to remember which one is mine.

Is it the pink one, or the really pink one? Honestly, I'm not sure. I think it is the less pink one. I kind of remember thinking that it was pretty corny for my brother to have a purely pink toothbrush.

When I picked up the less pink toothbrush tonight, I was confident it was the correct one. But, when I got it in my mouth, panic set in. What if it was the wrong one? How disgusting is that? The thought of having my brother's toothbrush in my mouth mad my stomach turn. I felt my evening meal rising.

I have no idea if I used my own toothbrush tonight or not. The thought it still not sitting well with me. The funny thing is when Jeff moved out to Cleveland, I used his toothbrush for a while before buying myself a new one. I would rather have my own, but that didn't necessarily gross me out. Apparently that is what love does to you!