Thursday, February 26, 2009

Tastes Like Teen Spirit


Day 6 the trust issues have become apparent. I get up to go to work this morning and I find Zane has locked his toothbrush heads into tiny little plastic vaults. The chastity belts of dentistry. The lockbox on trust.

Sure, I may have used one of his toothbrushes (he has two... electric for those lazy Sundays and manual for when he feels like being one of us common folk) last week to get that grime out from the back of the toilet seat. But I feel that is what love is. Besides, that battery power has the force of 5,000 scrubbing bubbles!

It's too bad he never got the note I left explaining my usage. Guess next time I won't doodle it in the fog on the mirror. Woops. Thinking back on it, that probably wasn't spinach in his teeth.

So now his bristles are on lockdown. I think I'm a few steps away from cracking the code... I've watched The DaVinci Code three times but I think I have to wait till Angels and Demons hits theaters. Oh Tom Hanks, hurry up! I really want to get the grout on Saturday.

I've made do in the meantime, hopefully Zane won't notice the dust bunnies breeding on his socks from the bookcase.

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