What's mine is yours....????

My newlywed son called the other day in a foul mood.

He explained that he and his blushing bride had been arguing.

"She used my toothbrush mom" he hollered.

"It was all wet and gross". He ranted.

"Your dad and I shared many a toothbrush" I told him.

I would catch the cat on the counter licking one and I would pitch it. Forget to replace it and we'd be forced to share. Same thing when one would fall into the bathroom trash or into the toilet.

"I found it romantic, in a strange sort of way"  I told my boy.

I could hear him smile.

Pick and choose your battles wisely son.

I posted the above lil story on my moms website yesterday....and it got some funny responses...most of which began with YUCK.

And included gag, puke, GROSS...

One uppity sort (;-) reported, "I won't even share a bathroom with him".

Another said, " My toothbrush doesn't even associate with theirs in the same toothbrush holder."

One wise woman said...."well they do so many other things together, not the least of which is a deep kiss, which is pretty much the same, right?"

I agree.

And I don't get what all the fuss is about?

In my minds eye I'm sitting at my grandmother's kitchen table. A newlywed myself. We somehow got onto the subject of oral sex. I think she'd read a statistic concerning the number of woman who "indulged".

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD PUT THAT DIRTY THING IN THEIR MOUTH?"

She was on a roll.....

"THEY PEE OUTTA THAT DAMN THING FOR CHRIST SAKE???"

"ISH-PUKE!!!"

(Ish was the absolute lowest of low, grossest of gross, nastiest of nasty..Ish-puke even worse.... absolutely, positively hor-ri-ble).

"Can you BELIEVE THAT???CAN YOU????" grandma shrieked.

"No, I can't grandma" I dutifully answered.

Well, to each his own...my grandpa used to say.

Poor guy.