Thursday, July 11, 2013

Some days . . .

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.

6 comments:

Maren said...

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.

Maren said...

Hahahaha, I think my mom commented on your blog and somehow was logged into mine. But thank you so much for reading my blog!! :)

Dianna said...

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.

Lisa B. said...

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.

Melody said...

I thought this kind of thing was urban myth. It does my heart good.

Aaron Wright said...

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.