September 14, 2007

Last night, while vigorously brushing my teeth, I slipped and poked myself in the eye with my toothbrush.

(I know.)

Sam, upon hearing my howling, came into the bathroom to see what was wrong. "Oh no," he said, after seeing me dancing around and holding a hand over my eye, "what happened?!" "Toothpaste! Toothpaste!" I yelled. His response (of course): "You got toothpaste in your eye?"

I have learned that there is really no need to have minty fresh eyeballs.