Yes, it finally happened, my electric toothbrush died yesterday. I believe I got it about 10 years ago so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised but, geez, now I have to do the work myself. Oh sure I could go out and replace it right away but that would look cheap — actually that would not look cheap because I did go to buy a new one and they are really expensive. I figured $30 or so, but they are $80 and more. And I don’t know about you, but I just don’t have that kind of money to spend so it’s back to the basics. Fortunately, my dentist has been giving me a toothbrush twice a year when I have my teeth cleaned so I have a stockpile of brushes. I’ll have to get by on my memories of my electric toothbrush, like the time we moved to California and the time we moved back and then there was, um, let’s see — I guess we don’t have all that many memories. On the up side of this loss, I have one less thing in the bathroom that needs to be plugged in. And hey, only 8 months until Christmas (really look at the date) so maybe Santa will bring me a new one – or that pony he never brought me when I was 5 or 6 or 7.