I just discovered that I have toothpaste in my hair. This is disturbing to me on several levels.
I just used my bike lock cable to lasso a box of oatmeal Teddy Grahams and drag it across the floor so I could pick it up without getting up. I didn't know that they made oatmeal Teddy Grahams. I'm not sure how I feel about them.
While I was flinging the cable at the Teddy Grahams, I started laughing out loud. Living alone is funny. In Olympia, I had hardwood floors, which made for better solo dance parties.
This afternoon a customer asked Dave, my boss, who I was. "Is that your kid?" While it is scary that Dave could actually be my father (he's 2o years older than me), he is a very young-looking 45, which means that I apparently look twelve.
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I don't have toothpaste in my hair, but I can make it look the same. All my hair is sticking straight up at this moment and I didn't do anything to it.
When I went skiing a few weeks ago, I spent the entire day with sunscreen all over my face, not rubbed in. Fortunately I was surrounded by snow and I had goggles on, but I still looked like the abominable snow man on a bad hair day.
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