I purchased a hairbrush at the grocery store yesterday. When I got home, I threw out my old brush and also my comb. I don't really need a comb for my short hair, so I figured, "Why not simplify?"
When Lew got home from work tonight, he asked, "What happened to the comb that you used to keep on the bathroom sink?" After I told him, he got a funny look on his face. He certainly doesn't need a comb, so I was confused by his reaction.
He explained, "It was a great backscratcher."
In response to my look of horror, he said, "I always rinsed it off. But I never told you about it, because I know how you feel about such things."
Uh, okay.
I eventually recovered from Lew's revelation that he used my comb to scratch his itchy, sweaty back.
And I even fished the comb out of the trash for him.
Scratch away, Sweetie!
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