Tuesday, February 9, 2010

toothbrush

We have matching toothbrushes. They don't actually match, but they sit side by side like they go together. His is blue and mine is pink. After crying all I can do is just stare at them. Everything takes on some kind of meaning for me. I don't know that it's healthy, but I don't know that I care much either way.

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