I am reminded that I am weird when a visitor asks to use my bathroom. I have eleven shaving brushes, six razors, a scuttle, and a bowl of MFW on the bathroom sink. That's only the stuff that one can see when one walks into the bathroom. That doesn't include the hundreds of razor blades, the eight tubs of shaving crean, and the the 1000g of Cella that are in drawrers, in the balthroom closet, or in boxes. I guess I should get over being embarassed. I figure I can go without buying any more shaving stuff for at least five years if I want to.