A typical conversation in our house:
Me: LOOK! A BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y: You are almost thirty.
It’s toothbrush week at Just Dandy!
Okay, not really. I just happened to have two toothbrush-related thoughts to share two days in a row.
Would you be surprised if Toothbrush Week was a thing, though? Everything has a day. Monday was National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. I’m pretty sure today was national Let Your Dog Steal Your Used Q-Tip Day (at least, it was in our house). But I digress.
This post is actually about how time flies. About how I distinctly remember scribbling John Mayer lyrics in a notebook after Y brought his toothbrush to my apartment for the first time. She keeps a toothbrush at my place… as if I have the extra space.
Six years later we practically share a toothbrush. (We share the base of a Sonicare toothbrush. It’s not gross.) Sometimes, when we both finish flossing at the same time, we box each other out to achieve the greatest of victories: the first to use the toothbrush.
We’ve also become fluent in each other’s Toothbrush Language. Y has a bad habit of asking me questions while I’m brushing my teeth, and I have a bad habit of trying to answer him. Our biggest accomplishment happened this week, when Y understood my entire half of a long conversation composed of only mmm-mmms and exaggerated eyebrow movement.
He’ll come in handy as my interpreter on National Bring Your Toothbrush To Work Day. (April 29th! Mark your calendars!)
Let’s talk about great ideas. Eli Whitney had one. Kristy Thomas had one. Benjamin Franklin had several.
We did not have one.
When we moved in over 3 and a half years ago, we set up two desks in our office. Since we were both students, we knew we’d be spending a lot of time at our desks. Naturally, we put them back to back.
For three and a half years, we spent hours sitting back to back. I had a lovely view of my wall, while Y had a lovely view of my face and whatever medical condition he was currently studying.
And then one day, Y made me a card that changed everything.
And that’s when I had my idea- my idea that could rival the cotton gin, bifocals, or the Baby-Sitters’ Club. If I had thought of it, oh, four years ago.
“We should push our desks together.”
“But we only have a few more months here.”
I’m convincing, and we did it anyway. It’s amazing. We realized we had wasted 3 and a half years not looking at each other, not having Ike underneath us licking both of our feet at the same time, and not watching porn because we were worried the other one could see it.
Y was playing a computer game when I started taking pictures, and I demanded he turn it off. Because that’s the kind of wife I am. This is the kind of husband he is:
Since I’m sharing holiday gifts in February, I might as well show you this one, too.
Like many another courageous girl, she’s married her young doctor in the making. And now she shares with him those long, gruelling years of medical study and internship.
You’ll find dedication, as well, among the men and women who carry on A.H. Robins pharmaceutical research. It keeps them persisting through months and years of discouragement. For it may take a thousand trials and experiments to achieve a single success… a single better medicine to help your doctors of today and your doctors of tomorrow.
PS: this was the actual gift – a vintage earring holder ordered from Etsy.