Have I mentioned that my husband is colorblind? In fact, his brothers are colorblind, too. We sent them shopping for ties recently. I won’t tell you what a disaster that was.
His colorblindness had caused endless grief over the years, I can tell you. A few years ago, he gave up the fight and settled for white shirts so he wouldn’t have to match with his ties anymore.
Recently, however, we’ve hit another glitch.
It’s like this. We bought new toothbrushes. His is blue, mine is green. He keeps his on the top shelf, mine is on the middle shelf.
Okay, then a couple of months ago, suddenly the GREEN toothbrush is on the top shelf and the blue one is on the middle shelf. I was confused for a moment, but then I thought, well, maybe I got the color wrong. Maybe *I* was blue and he was green. I’ve got this bad lung, you know, and my memory isn’t all that great these days.
So then today I get up, and the BLUE toothbrush is back on his shelf and the GREEN one is on my shelf. I’m telling you, the man is messin’ with my mind!!!
Toothbrushes in hand, I march myself right into the living room and confront him with the evidence. He plays dumb, but I ain’t buying it.
Now, I love my husband. I really do. But I don’t share toothbrushes with anyone. I’m moving my toothbrush to the other bathroom. So help me if the blue toothbrush shows up in there . . . .