Washed Up

If you are here to read all about my skunk adventures, you shall have to wait another day or two. I haven't yet mustered sufficient enough brain power to write that one down since I was up til 12:15am the other night wrangling striped kitties. Pretty sure the last time I saw 12:15am was when I had babies. Yep, its me, Grandma. So in the meantime, I will tell you about the nifty little treasure that Tyler found washed up on the beach: a prison toothbrush. Tyler found it when he was digging in the sand and I knew exactly what it was...which is weird, because its not like I've been to prison or anything. But I have peoples who have! And I ask lots of annoying questions, like 'how'd you get those prison tattoos?' and 'did you get to make license plates?!' If you are wondering what on earth a prison toothbrush is: here. You have to order them by the 50,000 though, so you better start drumming up arrest warrants now. The prison toothbrush is made with a short stubby handle so that inmates can't carve it into a shiv, or a shank if you will. Which is good, because 'death by toothbrush' doesn't sound like the best way to go out. James asked where it came from, and of course we'll never know. It would make for a great creative writing exercise...Prison Toothbrush on the Atlantic! Somehow I don't think that subject matter would be considered appropriate for an 8 year old...