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Personal Hygiene Part II

Bear Lake Day 5: Find out 11 year old lost her toothbrush. It's been missing for 4 days. Buy new toothbrush.

Bear Lake Day 6: 9 year old boy admits he forgot to pack his toothbrush. Forget to buy new toothbrush.

Home after 7 days: 9 year old boy pulls out a pile of clean underwear from suitcase. He only used one pair.

Where was their mother?!

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  1. Lisa Page RosenbergJuly 17, 2009 at 8:24 AM

    That is all fantastic.

    We are currently on an impromptu stay-cation from hygiene. And laundry. And dishes. And vegetables. It's a greasy little patch of stink heaven.

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  2. FoursonsJuly 17, 2009 at 9:03 AM

    Bahahahahahaha!

    My nephew once told his sister that he always put the same underwear on after his shower. Said it wasn't dirty. I mentioned this to his mother and she says, "So that's why I am never washing his underwear."

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  3. JeanieJuly 17, 2009 at 5:13 PM

    I just wanted to let you know that I ALWAYS enjoy reading your blog! I don't read it as often as you post but when I have the time to read them, they always have some sort of impact on me. Most of them make me laugh but there are some really good ones that get me thinking (like the one about our house and what story does it tell). You really should write a book! I would be your #1 fan. :)

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  4. ModernMomJuly 18, 2009 at 5:44 PM

    LOL Just found your blog and loved reading through. I truly relate to this post!

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  5. Jeff and Anna too!July 19, 2009 at 10:22 AM

    I never bring my tooth brush-it takes up too much room in the suit case. Or underwear. I need the room for shoes.

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  6. JanaJuly 19, 2009 at 7:45 PM

    At least they wear underwear, and make them share the same toothbrush they will never forget it again.

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