Pleasure Chest

Tomred, via email:
"As I was cleaning out the bathroom vanity, I came across Russell's old toiletries case. I could tell it was his when I opened it to find Speed Stick deodorant, various size, color and texture condoms, dental floss, flavored lube packets, and body glitter. I had a little moment sitting on our bathroom floor and I wished that you all could have been there to share in my sorrow and my disgust. Well, it was mostly sorrow as I cried into a bag of cotton balls."
Bitsy:
"Let's all take a deep breath. Now Tomred, get the cotton balls out of your mouth, wash your hands (or bleach them after touching Russ's bag) and SMILE!
My heart breaks for you, Tomred. I know how hard it is to close this chapter, especially on your own, but it is only on part of a beloved story. We may look back later and realize that it was our favorite part but there is much more left to write and compare it to. Cherish every last moment you have there before someone else will call it their home. And when you need to know how real DPs say goodbye - check Bannana's facebook profile pic! ;)

Love you!
Bitsy

ps - I still get a key to the new place right? I like the freedom of dropping in on you when you least expect it and desperately need it :)

Tomred:
Thank you for being the little voice in the back of my head telling me to calm down (and wash my hands as appropriate).
By the way, once I pulled myself back together on the bathroom floor, I picked up Russ's old toiletries kit with some tongs from the kitchen, and I put in a biohazard bag that I brought leftovers home from work in. I'm copying Danimal on this e-mail because once I stopped crying, the disgusting mess inside the bag reminded me of his accidental discovery of Rob's "pleasure chest." I was then able to laugh through the dry heaves.