Comb Over
My wife, bless her heart, tries diligently to make sure things around our house stay as clean as possible. She washes things I would never think to wash. One such item is my comb.
I occasionally wake up in the morning, take a shower, and attempt to comb my hair, only to realize that the comb is missing from the sink. Rather than go downstairs and retrieve it from the dishwasher (the perfect way to wash small items), I just use my fingers to comb my hair. Today is one such day, so be kind and at least wait until I'm out of the room before snickering at me.
I occasionally wake up in the morning, take a shower, and attempt to comb my hair, only to realize that the comb is missing from the sink. Rather than go downstairs and retrieve it from the dishwasher (the perfect way to wash small items), I just use my fingers to comb my hair. Today is one such day, so be kind and at least wait until I'm out of the room before snickering at me.
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