Confessions of a Dentally Challenged Blonde.

I have a confession to make. And it's not pretty.

This morning our Human Resources folks issued a company-wide e-mail stating that someone had found a blue toothbrush by the elevator and turned it into the receptionist. I thought to myself, "Hahaha, who would be careless enough to lose their TOOTHBRUSH at work? What an IDIOT!"

I subsequently received an e-mail from a co-worker who jokingly accused me of having misplaced my toothbrush, and I should go down and claim it. Haha. He then proceeded to comment "Who on earth would re-claim a lost toothbrush?" I e-mailed him back and stated that I would have to go purchase a new one now that it has been manhandled by X amount of people, etc, etc (being that I am a germophobe and all).

Ha ha.

Um, yeah---it turns out that WAS my toothbrush.

I say WAS because (a) I have NO intention of re-claiming it whatsoEVER, (b) I would be TOO HUMILIATED to walk up to the desk and ask for my toothbrush back, and (c) I would have no use for it anyway. Like I said, it's been molested by God-only-knows-whose-hands by now.

As it is, I didn't use it for brushing my teeth. It came in handy for make-up application, and I guess it fell out of my cosmetics bag this morning as I stepped off the elevator. So to make it worse, it was a DIRTY toothbrush. Not DIRTY, per se, but I'm sure it had make-up on it, so it's not like it was pristine white or anything.

"Attention everyone: Someone lost their DIRTY toothbrush by the elevator. Please come claim it."

Yeah, RIGHT.

Yes, ladies and gents, I am a BIMBO. And I LOST MY TOOTHBRUSH. AT WORK. HA-HA.

*sigh.....*