Saturday, March 19, 2011
We used to have a friend that stayed over a lot. We live within walking distance to some bars and he would overindulge and then not want to drink and drive. As a big supporter of this, he would sleep on our couch. He even stayed here during a dark period when a girl he dated broke up with him and he was devastated. Thus, our downstairs bathroom housed the toothbrush that we designated for him. Well, he hasn't stayed here in some time, actually, a long time. Thus, his toothbrush seems like prime eighty-sixing material. We do wonder what happened to him as he's fallen out of communication...every now and then we hear bits and pieces, but nothing substantial. I hope he has kept up with his dental hygiene.
Posted by The Cleaning Lady at 10:28 PM