My husband and I share the same toothbrush. We’ve actually each got our own (in fact, I think we each have two sitting next to the sink), but we’re both pretty bad about keeping the colours straight, and we don’t care. I don’t think we even try anymore. So, I guess we’re both going to die of the gum disease known as gingivitis. Whatever. I have all of his germs already.
Yesterday, though… I think he wore my contact lenses. That’s craziness. We wear the same prescription, but… ick, ick! We’re pretty close, but I’m not thinking of becoming one organism at the moment. This is getting too symbiotic. Might have just been that he blindly put his away in the wrong case. I durno. Or it could be that he’s been doing this accidentally for Bob knows who long! I’m going to go wash my eyes out with bleach!