Changing toothpaste brands has killed off my muse.
I know. That’s a stretch, even for me.
I’m writing my butt off today, in between doing other things, but I have a feeling it totally sucks. Why? I haven’t slept through the night in over a week. First, the short kid went and got a really bad ear infection and grinned and bore it. We didn’t know about it until blech started draining down onto his neck. He ruptured something or other to the tune of $300.
But the toothpaste thing is worse (unless you’re the short kid). A friend recommended Aquafresh Extreme Clean, so I figured I’d give it a try. (Which surprises me–I hate change. I wouldn’t use a different toilet paper if they were giving the other stuff away.) Anyway. I LOVE it! Unfortunately, so do my cats. They’re so infatuated with my new breath, they won’t leave me alone. Everytime I start to nod off, and therefore forget to exhale only through my nose, a little orange or black face plasters itself to mine, sniffing away. And the constant nudging–ugh! And my days of going without sleep are long over. So basically today we have:
“You’re really a vampire?”
“Wanna have sex?”
Boink boink boink.
Luckily, my writing’s in the editing.