Thursday, December 16, 2004

Getting older is not pretty

I don't remember brushing my teeth this morning.

And judging from the rack of neatly folded angora sweaters in my mouth, I'd bet money that the reason I don't remember brushing my teeth is that I totally forgot to brush them.

Good thing I keep toothpaste and a toothbrush in my gym bag. And in my desk drawer.

It's also a good thing I'm in no danger of kissing anyone today.

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In other news, I got the last of my 230 Christmas letters (which breezily cover the last 12 months of my life in four pages of single-spaced 10-point Garamond at 83% horizontal scale) folded, stuffed, stamped and mailed this morning. As I was cramming them in the mailbox, I apparently gave myself a nasty paper cut that my hands were too cold to feel. Once I got on the warm train, though, the spigots opened and I—with nary a kleenex in sight—bled all over everything.

And when I got to work, my boss (who'd received an advance copy of the letter) pointed out a typo on the last page. ACK! So I hereby decree that accouunts is now a real word. It's ... you know ... Dutch. Or something.

6 comments:

David said...

Peptol Bismol? I'll get you for that my pretty! And your little dog too!

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Christopher said...

It is Dutch. It is. Dutch.

Erick said...

I always keep reserve supplies of tooth brushes and tooth paste.----I'm rather compulsive about oral care. PS--Did you get the special edition of Mary Poppins?

:: jozjozjoz :: said...

Dutch, it is!

Jeff said...

That's why I keep a toothbrush and toothpaste in my desk at work -- though I usually forget they're there....