Husband and I traveled to our nearest H-E-B tonight. For those of you who don’t live in Texas, it’s our largest grocery store. The owner dude’s name was Howard E. Butt. Hee. Butt. Gets me everytime. If my last name weren’t Cirotto-Boudreaux, I’d totally want to be a Butt.
If you can’t tell, those two toothbrushes are definitely getting it on. But the picture of the sexual mouth-cleaners are there for a reason other than turning you on (it does, just admit it.) Husband and I are not ones to make anything simple. Ever. He decided we needed new toothbrushes because ours were getting a tad bit gross looking (too much sex behind our backs, I suspect.) It’s obvious enough that we might as well get a couple’s pack, because you do save a dollar or so doing so. The rest of the ‘New toothbrush’ conversation went something like this:
Me: I want these. They kind of look the same though. You can have the silver lined one and I’ll take the blue.
Husband: Uhhh I don’t know if I want to buy two that look so alike.
Me: I’m not going to use your toothbrush…
Husband: How about these? (pink and black coupled ones)
Me: I want the black.
Husband: F*** that! I’m not having a pink toothbrush!
Me: Fine. I’ll take the pink.
Husband: Oh. These are soft-bristled.
Me: It doesn’t matter.
Husband: I want medium.
Me: But I wanted the pink one!
For those of you wondering, We finally decided on medium bristles and I think I ended up with a blue toothbrush. I swear, everything is either an adventure or a mini-battle with the two of us. Usually both.