For some reason, I enjoy reading on the beach. In the sand. When I'm in the house, I'll read for an hour or so and then have to take a break. With the sound of the waves and wind as a back-ground, I can read for hours next to an ocean. For some reason, I crave Cheetos when I'm beaching. I'll bring along a diet Mountain Dew but it just makes me thirstier so a nice bottled water is nice. And a good book. Before I continue with this story, may I remind you that in Minnesota last week, I had my teeth cleaned. On my way out, the hygienist gave me some goodies including a new toothbrush. Cleaning out my bag I replaced the old toothbrush (with the clear handle) with the new toothbrush (with the blue handle). The clear handled toothbrush I put under the bathroom sink to use as a nooks & crannies cleaning tool. Now...back to the beach. I love the sand, the salt-water smell, the sun, and the Cheetos. I don't enjoy the sea-gulls. I especially don't like these beach-rats when they crap on my shoes. I've tossed tennies that have crap on them. These were brand new. When I got home I reached under the sink and used that old clear-plastic-handled toothbrush to clean out the nooks and crannies on my right-foot-gull-shit-shoe. I tossed the shoe into the hall-way and continued with the rest of the day. Last night before sleep, I went into the bathroom, grabbed a toothbrush, slathered on tooth-paste and began working on those pesky molars. About 10 strokes into the task, watching myself in the mirror, I noticed my toothbrush....with the clear plastic handle.....!!!!....!!!!!....

EEEWWWW!!