Hubs and I share a lot of things. We have a communal sock drawer. We wear a lot of the same t-shirts. We have dog boots and a jacket that we wear when walking the dog or taking him out. We don't even mind if the other takes a sip out of whatever the other is drinking. It's safe to say that after nearly nine years together we've exchanged a lot of cooties. But I draw the line at toothbrushes, so to eliminate the possibly of this happening I buy two different colors and assign one to each of us.
The other night we were getting ready to go to bed and I saw something that disgusted me. Hubs was using MY toothbrush. I immediately pointed this out to him, to which he replied "mine is the red one and yours is green." And I was like "no, mine is the red one and yours is green." At this point he pointed out that we'd been using the same toothbrush since I bought these ones around the beginning of December. I was disgusted. He was unbothered.
I am happy to report that we now have new toothbrushes and that he knows which one is his.
To further illustrate the differences between hubs and me, I give you this example. Hubs handles all of our financials*. This is something that he does really well, even keeping an old fashioned check register (something I haven't done since approximately 2002 when my bank introduced online banking) and then balances to the online banking total weekly. Whatever, he handles everything, and I don't dispute his methods. Anyway, yesterday morning he was paying some bills and was getting visibly frustrated. The source of his frustration? Apparently the balance he showed and the balance the bank showed were off. How much were they off? Ten cents. Not 10 dollars. Not 100 dollars. Not 1000 dollars. A dime. Ten pennies. One tenth of one dollar. To me this is literally no big deal at all. None. Back in the day when I actually kept a check register, I didn't get stressed until there was a disagreement approaching $100. To be within a dime would have been a cause for celebration. To him, one penny is a crisis.
I chose this as a good time to go grocery shopping so I could get out of the house, since the alternative was to pour over a bunch of financial crap to find a dime. I'm not being dramatic or exaggerating when I say that I would prefer dental work to this task. Thankfully, by the time I got home he had found the offending dime and everything was balanced to his satisfaction.
*I always am "in the know" about all of our finances, he's just the one who's responsible for making sure the bills are paid on time, transferring money to savings, etc.
Addendum to my Welcome, 2016 post:
When I wrote about my October-December reading, I had a feeling that I was leaving something out, and sure enough, I did. I left out The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. This book was a gift from a friend who thought I'd enjoy it. First off, the book isn't religious at all. You could just as easily replace "heaven" with "the afterlife" or similar. Essentially the book follows the narrator after his death as he meets five different people whose life he impacted, some of which he didn't even realize. It's a really good book (and a quick read!) that makes you realize that as you go about your life that the people you meet can change the trajectory of your life, sometimes without you even realizing it.
With the addition of this book, met my reading goal for 2015!