Brush, brush, spit
My morning tooth brushing routine says a lot about how I’ve slept the night before.
If I’m walking around loading the dishwasher, putting the kettle on, watering the plants and occasionally running back to the sink while I brush my teeth I have slept fantastically. You will only find me like this about once every two months.
If I stand in front of the sink staring into the mirror letting gravity do most of the spitting for me I have been woken up about half an hour too early by the dog, the neighbors handyman, the garbage truck, a crazy drunk guy in the alley, or my husbands razor sharp toe nails. You will find me like this about 90% of the time.
If I sit on the bathmat brushing my teeth while huddled in my bathrobe pulling myself up just enough to spit in the sink when the foamy toothpaste becomes just too much to handle. Well then I have been woken up at midnight, 2am, 4am, 5am, 6am, and finally 6:45am. You would have found me like this this morning.
Oooh, that is likely to be me in the next few days. Hey, can I guess write on your blog one of these days about the fine art of trying to finish up work for a huge deadline while packing for a trip, rushing to the airport, and possibly noticing half way through the flight that your clothes are on backwards? That is likely to occur again this weekend.
-Cam
I always welcome guest writers, especially if their posts involve clothes on backwards cause you know that when that happens everyone you meet wonders exactly what you were doing in that airplane bathroom - and with whom.