Monday, May 14, 2012



A few days in with any out of town visitors and we tend to settle into some kind of comfortable routine. It was like that one afternoon when my sister visited for a week last year. We were in that pleasant afternoon lull before we had to think about going to my son’s for dinner and Shari sat at the computer in the bedroom. She’d asked me for a glass of orange juice which sat on the desk next to the keyboard.

While she checked her email I thought I’d take the time to give my house plants some water and went into the bathroom to retrieve the old yellow Tupperware tumbler I keep under the sink for just that purpose. I turned on the water, removed a few things from the cup and filled it up.

I felt very efficient as I tended to my thirsty plants and Shari and I chatted through the walls as we each did our own thing. When I finished with the plants I put the tumbler away and decided to brush my teeth. Might as well get a head start on the old grooming, right? I grabbed my toothbrush and sloshed away.

Just then I heard a dull thud and an outburst from my sister. “Oh, no.”

Her chair rolled back and then there was some huffing and puffing. 

“You okay?” I asked through toothpaste bubbles. I was giving a lot of attention to those molars! Felt good.

“Yeah,” she said back.

I scrubbed a bit more, finished my brushing and opened the medicine cabinet to put my toothbrush away. But I recoiled in horror at what I saw – my current toothbrush sitting nice and dry on the shelf. I looked at the one in my hand and realized . . .

 . . . it was the old one I’d pulled from the yellow tumbler and set one the edge of the sink just before I watered my plants – the one I use to scrub the toilet seat hinges.

Gaaaaaaaaag! I rinsed my mouth out about a hundred times before I came up for air. Then I stepped into the bedroom where Shari looked up and grimaced.

“Sorry,” she said, “I spilled the orange juice.”

Paper towels were sopping up the mess but I hardly  noticed. I was too busy worrying about what gooey little bits might have escaped my power rinse!

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  1. Jennifer Brown BanksMay 14, 2012 at 3:38 PM

    This was too funny! Glad you survived it. :-)

  2. Me too! Thanks for stopping by, Jen.

  3. Sue ~ your life is a story book of humor (this is too-too funny, at least to us readers)love, the ordinary, prayer and everything imaginable. Thank you for sharing it with us.