On Sat I came home from a work trip. TheWife is away with theBoy visiting friends and her sister. So I had the house to myself.
It wasn't until this morning I had discovered that I had left my toothbrush in Sydney.
Yep. I went Sat night, and all of Sunday and Monday without once thinking I had to clean my teeth.
In my defence I think I left the house once on Monday night to put the bins out. The rest of the time I spent bunkered at home catching up with some home alone time. So it's not like I was having to be near people.
Actually that's no defence. It's not a tree in the forest falls does it make a sound issue. It's basic fucking hygiene.
Anyway this morning was spent purchasing breath mints from the cafe downstairs (needed for my employee to boss assessment - which I passed with the top rating) and convincing a friend to drive me to the shops so I could spring for a new brush.
I got a pink brush. Because I am that confident in my heterosexuality that it bothers me not to stick a pink object in and out of my mouth. Esp one that has pleasurable mouth vibrations.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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Perhaps not brushing your teeth for 2 days is your lucky charm in passing employee-to-boss assessment... tempted to try it again?
Er ... no :) I chewed up a big fat mint before I started anyway. I used a tooth picker to get the krud out before I left for work too.
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