Concerning Toothbrushes

You know that moment, the one when you realize your toothbrush is simply too old?  I had a moment like that last week.  I wrote "toothbrush" down on my to-buy-next-time-I-get-to-a-store list, between aluminum foil and laundry detergent.

It's a bittersweet emotion, new toothbrush buying.  On one hand, it's sad to lose something as intimate as the bristly stick I have shoved in my mouth at least twice a day for the last few months, but on the other, there's something so exciting about picking out a new one. And there's so many questions:

What color should I get?

Should I get one that's simply bristles, or should I get one with the rubbery things sticking out of it that I'm pretty sure don't actually do anything except for make the toothbrush cost more?

Does cost = worth in the case of toothbrushes?

Should I go for the simplicity of a simple stick, or do I need an ergonomically-designed toothbrush with rubbery pads that I assume are there to make sure that my fingers don't blister with all my frequent and intense brushing?

Yes, it's a gradual build up of emotion, from the realization to the choosing, culminating in the final, irrevocable moment when the old toothbrush is removed from it's place of honor in the toothbrush holder, replaced, usurped, by the new.

For a week, every time I notice it, I am shocked by the change in toothbrush, and irritated by the difference in bristle stiffness.  Soon, though, I get used to the new toothbrush, it becomes a comfortable old friend, until the cycle begins anew a few months later.

I'm starting to think I may have a slightly obsessive personality.

I'm baack.

Yup, I'm back from my mini vacation in Utah.  As I threatened, we took the kids to the bounce houses, ate at In-and-Out Burgers, and went to Ikea.  But our trip was so much more than just that.

I realized that my in-laws coffee pot looked just like Darth Vader:

The kids got to sit in an airplane at their grandpa's work:

Jubee danced in grandma's living room:

Sammy took an occasional nap:

Jubee made an Ellen Ripley pose with a nerf gun:

And I bought these throw pillows at World Market:

Now, I know this may seem a little dull for a vacation, but that's what I think a vacation should be; Coffee, food, resting, shopping, hanging out with awesome people.

And I know, I know, the owl craze is getting a little old.  I still like them, though, they remind me of Glimfeather in The Silver Chair.  Actually, I'm really into all the woodland creatures right now, because of Narnia...every mouse is Reepicheep and every beaver is Mr. or Mrs. Beaver.  Haha.  I think I'm about full up on owls, though, this throw pillow is probably going to be it, I just couldn't resist because I love the colors and the buttons on the eyes and everything.  I love the green pillow, too, because of the same kind of buttons, and the orange-y pink pillow is yellow on the other side, and the blue pillow is green on the other side, and I love the color combinations here.  I'm renting so my walls are white and I need all the color I can get.

FYI...I don't want owl tchotchkes for Christmas.  Please.  I think I now have enough now.  I have a terrible mental image of having to buy a curio cabinet to hold hundreds of little ceramic owls.  The only exception is something handmade, if you are going to buy/make me a illustration like this...

...I'll take it.

  

May the 4th Be With You

Happy Star Wars Day everyone!

Stay away from Rancors...

...always shoot first...

...may your Tauntaun always be warm...

...these aren't the droids you're looking for...

...and remember, there is never a bad time for a Princess Leia hat.