| Mar 07 |
What a MorningI wanted to take a break from my projects today, to tell you all a little story about my morning. It started like any other morning. I tossed and turned moments before my alarm went off just like any other day. When the alarm did go off, I went across the room and hit the snooze just like any other day. I did this several times over the course of a half hour, just like any other day. When I finally did get out of bed, I shuffled around my house in half-sleeping “zombie mode”, again just like any other day. As I continued my morning routine, I ended up in the bathroom to get ready for my glorious day. This, my friends was not like any other day. You see, last night my lovely fiancé moved some things around. So on this beautiful seemingly normal morning, something devious lay in wait.
I went about my business, getting clean, brushing my manly hairdo, getting dressed, brushing my teeth… ah yes, brushing my teeth. I bought a new kind of toothpaste last week. You know the kind that are in the tubes that stand on end? Very convenient, takes up less room, needs less effort to get the toothpaste out. All-in-all, a good tube. I grabbed my toothbrush, and toothpaste from the left side of the sink (where I always keep them). I applied the paste to the brush and proceeded to clean my pearly whites. As I brush (still somewhat asleep) my mind is going over all of the things I need to get done today when I realize that something is missing. Something isn’t quite right with the world at this exact moment. I stop brushing and think for a moment. What’s missing? … Where is the minty-clean flavor in my mouth? Oh. My. God. I glance down at my toothpaste tube. Except, where is my toothpaste tube? How did it get on the right side of the sink? What was that on the left then? Oh no. Hair gel. Email / Stumbleupon / DIGG / Share with Email5 Responses to “What a Morning”Leave a Reply |
terrible
i once caught my father in the bathroom i shared with my brother spraying aerosol deodorant in his hair and mumbling to himself, what the hell kind of smell is this? and then continued to comb his hair. he thought it was hairspray.
not quite as bas as a mouth full of hair gel though.
but if you think about it, it could have been SO much worse. so thank goodness it was just hair gel, right?
you poor thing!!! that is no way to start your morning….
every morning i have to do a toilet seat check. living with 3 little boys aint easy!
xoxo
heh, dude, that sucks. i did a similar thing getting ready for my cousin’s wedding (years ago). i was spraying hair spray and kept spraying more as it wasn’t giving me any hold. after inspecting the can, it was my brothers water-protectant spray for his shoes.
How about hairspray in exchange for deoderant. Put your arms down before you figure out what’s wrong…… That hurts…..