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I know I’m about to sound a bit 1999 right now, but I had a very Sex and the City moment today. It was 7am and I had just gotten out of the shower. Both my body and hair were wrapped in a towel and I opened up the medicine cabinet to grab my Aveda liquid exfoliant. That’s when I noticed that Ted had filled up the medicine cabinet with his toiletries sometime between when I had left for work the day before and this morning. I only noticed this change because until just a few weeks ago Ted had been living in a sober living facility and it had been only my stuff in the bathroom for the last six months. Although I did miss him while he was gone, boy did I sure enjoy having the house and bathroom all to myself! And let’s not forget the bed! I got to sleep blissfully smack dab in the middle of the bed for six whole months (not including sleep-overs, of course). That was really nice. But I realized a few weeks ago that it was probably time for him to come home, so on the 1st of March I asked him to move back in. That was three weeks ago, and for the last three weeks, he has had his boxes of crap piled up in our dining room/entry way and it’s been driving me crazy. So yesterday I asked him to please put his shit away before I got home from work, which clearly he did by the evidence in the medicine cabinet this morning. But one thing I had forgotten about while he was gone was how much he loves deodorant and cologne. When I opened up the cabinet I found not one, not two, but four sticks of deodorant. Who needs that many sticks? And they’re all different scents, which was the reason he gave me as to why he has so many: He likes that they all have different smells. He also had five different cans of axe body spray, not including his expensive cologne, which he only wears before he goes to bed (weird, right?). But with the body spray, he only had one fragrance. Why the hell does one person need 5 cans of the same body spray? Oh! He also has three cans of shaving cream, three bottles of shampoo, and at any given time can be found drinking out of several different bottles of soda because he’ll set one down, forget about it, open another one, and repeat these series of actions throughout the day.

So, this incident this morning totally took me back to the scene from Sex and the City (maybe season 4?), where Aidan is moving in with Carrie and they get in a fight over how much stuff they both have. He starts berating her for having too many pairs of shoes, and she picks a fight with him over the numerous speed stick deodorants he has. I contemplated having a “Carrie” moment and freaking out on him about all the space he was taking with his 40 millions sticks of deodorant, and then I remembered that Carrie’s a crazy bitch and that I should just laugh it off and close the cabinet. So I did.

PS. The good part of the clip starts around 1:40