So, my hub and I have been hosting a good friend in our spare room for the last few weeks until she heads out on her Grand Summertime Adventure. No biggie.

She left yesterday evening before I got home from work. Again, no probs.

This morning, my husband grumpily asks me, “Where’s my toothbrush?”

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My mind races. Which is pretty impressive for 7AM.

I make the following rapid-fire deductive reasoning assumptions:

1. I did not move husband’s toothbrush.

2. Husband did not move his toothbrush.

3. Therefore, our friend moved the toothbrush.

Question: Why would someone take a toothbrush that wasn’t theirs?

Answer: Because they thought it was theirs.

Therefore, THEY HAVE BOTH BEEN USING THE SAME TOOTHBRUSH AS IF IT WAS THEIR OWN.

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Oh God. Say it isn’t so.

Update: The toothbrush, it turns out, is not with our friend after all; it is currently with the “accouterments” for me to take care of her baby hedgehog while she is away.

So this manky, well-traveled toothbrush has also been used to brush a hedgie’s dirty quills.

Yep. That’s so much better.

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