Random: On Friday afternoon, I mixed up Dustin's toothbrush and the designated old-cleaning-toothbrush. I used his to sort of poke at a drain clog, and put it away under the sink. Oops. The kind of creepy thing is, it took him THREE DAYS to ask me "Hey, what happened to my toothbrush?"
Um.
So Constance came and we had a BLAST. A complete and
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