I was lying in bed last night trying to write an EPIC blog post (serious business over here people), while Brian watched TV in the other room. I decided it was time to call it a night and get ready for bed (I was boring even myself with my epic blog post). I got up, walked to the bathroom, peed, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and then it happened- I knocked our toothbrush holder into the toilet.
As it was falling (in slow motion no less) into the open toilet, I remembered the many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many times Brian has explained that this would happen if I wasn’t more careful about putting the toilet seat down AND how terribly wrong it would be if it happened…and in that moment HIS toothbrush fell straight into the toilet and MINE landed safely on the ground.
there was only one thing to do- wash his toothbrush as quickly as possible in the sink…
But the minute I turned on the faucet, I felt horribly guilty imagining him washing his teeth with this toothbrush and stopped (reason washing over me) and it was then I heard him yell, “What happened, honey?!??!?” and I knew he was on to me (it reminded me of this night). He came bounding through the bedroom door and into our bathroom as I stood there red-handed with his toothbrush in hand, an open toilet, the water faucet running and a guilty look on my face.
I tried to explain.
It wasn’t working.
So I grabbed the fallen toothbrush holder to reenact the scene (and plead my case) and when I picked it up, I threw a cup full of toilet water (my face included) on myself .
Brian just stood there laughing hysterically
We both did actually.
Karma’s a bitch, my friends.