I was brushing my teeth last night -- standing in front of the mirror, mentally reviewing my day and thinking about how well I am holding up in the face of adversity. How proud I am! Hanging in there! Organized and peaceful! And a healthy smile to boot!
Rinse, spit, etc. As I was leaning over the sink, I noticed that there was a little bit of gunk collecting around the metal ring of the drain. Ew. I finished brushing, grabbed rubber gloves and some Soft Scrub from under the sink, and tried to clean it out with my finger. No go. I keep an old toothbrush under the sink for just such an emergency, so I pulled it out, gave the drain a good scrubbing, and, because I was feeling industrious, walked over to the bathtub as well and spiffed it up. Returned to the sink, gave the toothbrush a rinse to get the crud off, and then, again repeating affirmations on my wisdom and strength, stuck that nasty-ass toothbrush in my mouth. AS IF IT WAS MY REGULAR TOOTHBRUSH.
It's a whole new kind of gross.