Day 325: It was the Toothpick that Finally Broke her.

Last night I was using a toothpick to scratch the inside of my ear. They’ve itched non-stop for 15 years and, though my condition is curable with steroids, I would have to give up on the tiny little orgasms I get from scratching them. Life is about balance.

The toothpicks are a new tool for me. For years, I was faithful to mechanical pencils and retractable pens. My wife loves it when she goes to sign a check and unwittingly writes her name in ear wax. Marriage is about compromise, understanding, and love, but more than anything, it’s about tolerance.

The kids were asleep and we were just about to press play on the season 4 finale of Breaking Bad (by the way, HOLY SHIT), when Lindsay saw me using my newest makeshift aural sex toy. “Absolutely not,” she said. I think it shocked her that I’d moved on to something so sharp. “You’re going to leave that laying around somewhere and one of the kids might get a hold of it and poke their eye out or something.” It wasn’t about my safety; I’m an adult so my wife lets me make my own decisions about how and when to pierce my inner ear with a miniature wooden javelin. When it comes to our children though, she’s a never inattentive lifeguard.

“Ok, I’ll make sure I throw it away,” I said as I placed the slightly tinted toothpick on the coffee table.

“You’ll forget. I’ll do it, and I’m breaking it into thirds”

Wow. I wasn’t aware the dreaded toothpick was such a blood-thirsty killing machine. Maybe we should have just burned it along with anything else in the house that has a point on it. Let’s cut off our fingers and put them in a safety deposit box. You can never be too safe.

She continued, “Plus, I don’t want you to use those because they’re the only way I can get Arlo to eat fruit.

I had forgotten that she cuts up little pieces of melon and sticks toothpicks in them like she’s catering a fancy toddler cocktail party. If she was actively encouraging our 2 year old to use them as a utensil, why was she so concerned about one lying around on the coffee table?

It’s all part of her master strategy. If she can create valid reasons why I can’t touch anything thin or sharp, she might be able to prevent me from scratching my ears.


Like any addict, I’ll simply move my operations to a secret location. Months from now, she’ll open the vanity in the basement bathroom and suffocate under a deluge of pen caps, toothpicks, paperclips, and broken-off tines of plastic forks. Let’s hope she’s willing to find a compromise. Either that or I’m destined for an intervention and it won’t be pretty.

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29 thoughts on “Day 325: It was the Toothpick that Finally Broke her.

  • What does this have to do with getting a tooth pick out of a foot with one han although with the crap luck I’ve had the past three days this was pretty funny and the ear orgasms now i know what to call that amazing sensation of a good ear itch my husband and our girlfriend is gonna love this

  • Ewwwww! I think it's mostly the idea that a thing meant for food and mouths is entering our ear, possibly to be picked up by a small child wanting to chew on it (and your earwax!). My ears itch at times, but the pen cap does for me, lmfao.

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