My relationship with "Toothbrush"

I have a serious love-hate relationship with the toothbrush. I say "the" toothbrush because it depends on which toothbrush it is. I most definitely love MY toothbrush, however, it is the others that am skeptical about. You see, I just spent the better part of a day scrubbing cupboards with a toothbrush. And not just a few cupboards . . . this was an enormous kitchen with an island. So I would say that I know Toothbrush very well. I know which direction it scrubs best, I know that the bristles are now bent and will require more pressure to get the desired result, I know the handle is sturdy enough to withstand this extra pressure, and I know that it likes to flick me with dirt and water whenever it gets the chance. Toothbrush and I got well acquainted last spring, and I had hoped the occasion would not have to be repeated, however that was not the case. So for the second year in a row, toothbrush and I were inseparable for the better part of the day. And since there are still MORE cupboards to wash, we will be spending more time together again in the near future. You would think that with spending all this time together I would grow fond of Toothbrush, but I regret to say that hasn't happened. However, I will continue to love my toothbrush at home . . . it seems that a little time together each day is far more conducive to building a loving relationship than long periods at one time.