I wish I didn't know . . .

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We begin today's post with a story that comes straight out of a bad dream. Reader discretion is advised!

Last night I went to bed early with Harper. I was exhausted and wanted to catch a bit of sleep before her next meal. When McKay came up to bed I got up to brush my teeth and visit my old friend, the bathroom, before our nightly prayers. I was super groggy and grabbed the first toothbrush my hands found in the dark. As I brushed I noticed how great the toothbrush felt. The bristles were fuller and stronger than I remembered. I must have grabbed McKay's toothbrush . . . his was sure nicer than mine! But oh well, we're married, right? A little toothbrush sharing wasn't going to kill me. So I brushed away, enjoying the high quality of his superior brush. I focused on the back teeth and even my tongue and went back to bed feeling fresh and clean.

Then, this morning as I was getting ready, what became clear to me with the lights on sent shivers down my spine. The wonderful toothbrush was . . . yes . . . the toothbrush that had been converted into the cleaning toothbrush. Yesterday we had some friends over for lunch who hadn't seen our house yet. We had to do a frantic speedy clean of our entire house and in the rush the toothbrush must have gotten put in the regular toothbrush drawer. The worst part of all? I feel so mortified I can barely write it. McKay just did a magnificent job on the hard water in the spare bathroom toilet. I don't know what is worse . . . the toilet itself or the super strong CLR cleaner that was used. Needless to say, I wanted to throw up when I realized. I grabbed the listerine, re-brushed with the correct toothbrush, prayed for my health, and then tried to forget the incident.

I really can't believe it happened. It's the worst. It's from a horror movie!!

But 24 hours later, I'm still alive and well. Amazing what the human body can survive.