Who likes to share anyway?

Thoughts for tomorrow:

I've been at a stand still for something to write about. I asked Billy to give me a subject for tonight and his suggestion was poop. There are a lot of stories I could tell you but I figured I'd save that topic for another rainy day (You're Welcome!).

I have this love/hate relationship with sharing. I love to give. I love to buy presents. I love to see the light in someones eyes. I'm not good at sharing. If I'm eating ice cream I don't want to give you a bite, get your own. If I'm reading a magazine I don't want to give it to you for a minute, wait until I'm done. If you forgot your toothbrush, don't touch mine.

Okay, truth be told that's the real issue tonight. I think that sharing toothbrushes is possibly thee grossest thing in the entire world. And, to my demay, my husband uses my toothbrush. Ick. Yes, I know I kiss him. Yes, I know I've created children with him. No, I do not like sharing my toothbrush. Gross, yuck, ick. I'd rather share my underwear, okay, maybe not but still.

Well, the shoe was on the other foot on Thursday evening. I went to the gym and brought my toothbrush with to freshen up after my workout. I left it there. Not realizing this until I went to brush my teeth Thursday night I was in a tough spot. There is was, Billy's toothbrush. It looked so innocent sitting there in the holder, toothpaste next door. I himmed and haued and finally decided that if I run it under extremely hot water I could do it.

Gross, yuck, ick. It was the shortest teeth brushing in human history. And you know what, I didn't die. I can't figure out this phobia. I don't mind his germs but thinking about putting his mouth germs in my mouth is disgusting to me.

I'm really not sure why I decided to write about this tonight. It sort of defeats the "I am woman hear me roar" attitude of my blog but I figured it was funny and maybe you can relate.

On a more positive note: I am writing tomorrow's blog tonight because I have my last oncology appointment tomorrow and will be out of town all day. Yay! All that hard work paid off. I'm a little sad that Londer (my doctor) and Kate will be memories of my past but they are the two that really got me through this. If you're ever faced with the horrible news that you have cancer Londer is the man to see. And Kate, wow, there aren't even words. She is probably the best nurse a person could ask for. She also took time out of her crazy day to listen to me cry, tell me I'd be okay, or make me come in for an unexpected visit because I didn't sound good. She is one fantastic person. A saint if you will. Kate, Dr. Londer and all the HHH Cancer Center staff, thank you for life.