Crank the Croc
I was minding my own business brushing my teeth the other night when I felt this strange burning sensation across my gums.
It didn’t last too long but I did think at the time that the paste tasted slightly strange. Maybe it was a different brand of paste.
Next morning, having forgotten all about it, same deal and I just shook my head thinking my taste buds were making it up.
Later on I just offhandedly mentioned this strange sensation when brushing and just happened to see out of the corner of my eye, my trusted life partner quickly avert her eyes and look down to the left.
Aaah, right.
Spit it out then.
“Oh, so, it’s no big deal but, yeah, the other day I couldn’t find my brush, so I had to, you know, use yours and ummmm accidentally used Deep Heat. Soz,” she explained before adding she had actually copped the worst of it and that “but it looks like toothpaste… here, see!”.
I did, along with the clear warning label saying don’t consume because it’s basically poison!
None of which addressed the fact I was pretty grossed out that anyone else, partner or not, was using my toothbrush and clearly didn’t bother cleaning it after use.
It was a further reminder that there’s no safe space for me at home.
No shed, no office, study, games room, treehouse, nook, crevice, or even, as it turns out, a toothbrush, that I can call truly my own.
It’s one-way socialism where everyone gets an equal share of my will to live
Water’s happening?
Is hinterland water flouridated? Dunno either, but someone’s adding a dash of something into it.
Congrats to all the young grandparents-to-be in Beerwah. Remember the beauty of grandkids is you can always hand them back… Unless they’re still living in your home that is. Bless!
