We need separate bathrooms

Not because we can't get along.

Not because sharing is inconvenient.

Not because of anything to do with... well anything involving toliet paper.

We need separate bathrooms for our toothbrushes.

If you've read my blog before you know what I'm about to say...

I used Justin's toothbrush.

Not his brand new, never-been used tooth brush but definitely HIS toothbrush.

Again.

Yes, it's happened before and it happened again.

You might be trying to help a girl out...

Surely, they look alike hence the mistake.

No. They. Don't.

This week I was going on a business trip (at a time that should be outlawed) and Justin the sweet guy he is got up with me while I was getting ready. I was trying to look presentable while packing my bag and deciding I should have done my nails the night before when I was brushing my teeth.

Justin was getting ready too and patiently waiting when I set the toothbrush down. 

And then it hit me.

I just set down a blue toothbrush. My toothbrush is pink and unless this is sleeping beauty

Throwback!

I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to use the toothbrush I just used.

I slightly blamed Justin. After all, he moved my toothbrush and put his right where I left mine.

But who am I kidding...

I'd like to say I've learned my lesson. But I doubt it.

Just don't invite me to stay at your house... I apparently have no respect for your personal toothbrush space. 

Why CPS Will Take Our (Fictional) Children

Like most couples, Justin and I have conversations about fictional children.

Me: Kids are expensive.

Justin: No they're not, my coworker had one and it cost like $1,000 with our insurance.

Me: That's just having one. Once you have one it's like a $1,000 a month in daycare alone.

...

Justin: we'll just set a pen up in the backyard and Juno and Molly will watch it.

Me: *puzzled look*

Justin: yeah it will be like Simba from Lion King or something like that. Molly and Juno would go nuts getting to raise it.

Me: oh good, we'll have a child that barks and growls at other children and may pee on the floor if the grass is wet.

And another conversation...

Me: I don't want to name our children a "J" name.

Justin; I want our kid to be named Jack.

Me: Jack Goff?

Conversation over.

Honey-Do...Convincing Your Husband Into Being Your Handy-man

Justin and I have been together for 7 years and I'm still constantly learning new things about him.

Case-in-point: what cons convinces him into doing all my honey-dos.

We got our house two years ago and almost immediately the "new house glow" wore off when I found this problem.

No storage in the laundry room.

Like none. Not even a little baby shelf.

I put it on our fixer-upper list but days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Finally, I got Justin to put a pole up so I could air-dry cloths that can't go in the dryer. First CONvincing technique discovered: "shrinking your husband's shirt = drying rack".

After another stretch of time I got on the Pinterest wave discovering this beauty:

I totally want this...

So without fully committing to the color I decidedly bought pre-fabbed shelves to hang.

CONvincing technique #2: 

This one takes pre-planning. And by "pre-planning" I mean demonstrate all lack of care or consideration on whether or not you find a stud to hang your shelf.

The results: "pose enough potential structural damage = shelf city"

Ok hobby lobby pre-fab shelves... Maybe "shelf village" is more appropriate.

My laundry oasis was almost complete... Except for the all-importante main storage for all the ins and outs of laundry.

CONvincing technique #3:

Now I don't know how my OCD self went over two years with laundry detergents, bleach, starch, etc piled on the dryer but somehow I did.

I also don't know how I became the sole owner and operator of Goff Wash N' Dry but that's another story...

What I do know is deep down... Probably way deep down... Justin is just as OCD as me.

One weekend (while the owner of Goff W N' D was out of town) Justin did his laundry.

I came back and no sooner had I put my bag down did the most beautiful phrase to a homeowner come out "Babe, let's go to Home Depot so we can build some shelves for the laundry room." (My parents are probably laughing their butts off at the sweet sweet irony of this.)

And there you have it: "If you irritate him, he will build it." 

Now onto my next honey-do... Convincing Justin to hang a chandelier in the laundry room... Done of course by demonstrating my "trial by error" and "we carry good insurance" attitude when it comes to all things electrical.