I have complained muchly that husband and my first year of marriage is documented by a depressingly small number of photographs. My camera is cheap, and takes soooper low quality pictures. His camera does not respond when you push its buttons.
Happy Anniversary to me! Husband went and bought me a camera. Let the documentation of our very weird lives begin.
(I HAD to take the picture of the camera with photobooth...I couldn't quite figure out how to make it take a picture of itself...)
Just about every night about the time that I a quickly fading away into a drool on my pillow state, I decide I should wash my face and brush my teeth, so as to hygienate myself in an appropriate manner (do you like my new word?).
A least every other night I ask husband if he wants to brush my teeth for me.
He has always politely declined. I always have the most polite reply of sticking my tongue out at him.
Last night the routine, and I dare say my life, changed.
He was brushing his teeth, and I said, "Can I help you?" and he said..nod nod. So I got off the couch, and proceeded to brush my husbands teeth. Getting my fat hands in that little mouth was a little difficult. I think next time I will have him sit on a stool because I will be able to reach the back better.
I put toothpaste on my beautiful green toothbrush, handed it to him, opened my very large pie-hole, and....HE BRUSHED MY VERY OWN TEETH! He missed the back completely, so I had to fix it for him, but I hurried and fixed it while he wasn't looking....well he was looking, but I couldn't have fuzzy back teeth in the morning.
I quickly became glad that we live in a basement apartment where no one walks by our one window. How odd would it bee to walk by a window, look in, and see two grown people brushing eachother's teeth. Not odd, I argue, INSPIRING.