Everyday I watch my poor toothbrush cower and hide from his counterpart in the cabinet. It chases him. It corners him. It abuses him. Sometimes he’s locked bristle to bristle and I KNOW that makes him uncomfortable. Poor fellow. In the grand scheme of things being subjected to having to clean vacuum parts isn’t so bad, is it?

We’ve all been at this point in a relationship. Brinksmanship at its finest.

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