Brusha Brusha Brusha

Saturday, September 15, 12:45 p.m.

I come out of the bathroom holding my toothbrush.

Me: "Sometimes I get to this point in the day and I'm like..."

Sarah and Gary, simultaneously: "BRUSH YOUR TEETH."

Sarah: "I don't even wanna hear the rest of that sentence."

Gary: "Yeah, I'm not too happy about where that was headed either."

THE END