The toothpaste in our bathroom is almost gone. As I carefully tried to squeeze enough for just one more brushing, I thought of a funny story from early in Jerry's and my marriage.
When we were newlyweds we really did not have a lot of money. Back then, we squeezed every last bit out of the toothpaste tube because we sometimes didn't have money to buy more until payday. The brand of toothpaste that we used had one of those tubes that just stay filled with air instead of getting flatter and flatter until the toothpaste is all gone. You really couldn't be sure exactly how much toothpaste was left in the tube. One night while brushing our teeth I commented on how long this particular tube of toothpaste had lasted and was feeling rather blessed, because at the time, there was no money for another tube. Some days later…I really don't remember how many, I mentioned in disbelief that the tube was still squeezing out toothpaste. A week or so later I again told Jerry how incredibly blessed we were that our toothpaste still hadn't run out. He looked like he was suppressing a smile. It wasn't too long until he confessed his practical joke. He'd found another tube of toothpaste in our cupboard and had been secretly adding toothpaste to our tube when I wasn't around. He'd just add a little bit so I wouldn't get suspicious. He'd had a lot of fun laughing inside as I kept squeezing out toothpaste for just one more brushing.
