You just can't get anything right. Like today, for instance. It was a day of small mishaps--most of them too boring to go into--but I think I'll mention the coup de grace, which is this: I'm finally here in my hotel room at 10:00, only to discover that the toothpaste tube in my overnight bag isn't really a toothpaste tube.
It's hemorrhoid cream.
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Funny. I discovered I had no toothpaste either. Had to run to a convenience store to buy a tube. I'm in 157 if you want to borrow some.
Hahahaha, I think my mom commented on your blog and somehow was logged into mine. But thank you so much for reading my blog!! :)
Ha ha. If it makes you feel better, my husband once brushed with anti-itch cream when we were camping (it was dark). I'm not sure laughing at him made him feel better, but that's what I did.
I hate days like that, the boring tiny mishaps. My specialty is forgetting to bring my toothbrush altogether when I travel. No matter how I try to remember it, which makes me feel simultaneously (a) dumb, and (b) dirty tooth-ed. Which is pretty much a lethal combination, if you ask me.
I thought this kind of thing was urban myth. It does my heart good.
Well, at least it wasn't the other way around. There are just certain parts of me that I don't need to be minty fresh, thank you very much.
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